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A hunter kills a deer and brings it home. He decides to clean it, prepare it, and serve the deer meat for dinner. He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won’t eat it if they know what it is, so he doesn’t tell them.
His little boy keeps asking him, “What’s for dinner, dad?” “You’ll see,” he replies. They start eating dinner and his daughter keeps asking him what they are eating. “Ok”, says her dad, “Here’s a hint. It’s what your mother sometimes calls me.” His daughter screams … “Don’t eat it, Jimmy! … It’s an asshole …”
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