A witty man was speaking at a dinner party.
"Tasteless Todd?? He'd put matting on the Mona Lisa!"
His table companions laughed. Watching afar, I whispered, "Who is the that man?" "Oh, that's the Boston Strangler." "What??"
A woman nudged, "Tell us about when the family came into the courtroom."
"It was the son who stood up and asked why I killed his mother. I explained to the poor sot I simply could see no reason not to. Security had to hold him back."
"I love it when you own the libs!"
"Tasteless Todd?? He'd put matting on the Mona Lisa!"
His table companions laughed. Watching afar, I whispered, "Who is the that man?" "Oh, that's the Boston Strangler." "What??"
A woman nudged, "Tell us about when the family came into the courtroom."
"It was the son who stood up and asked why I killed his mother. I explained to the poor sot I simply could see no reason not to. Security had to hold him back."
"I love it when you own the libs!"
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