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An old lady is shopping in a supermarket. She comes up to the cashier with six cans of cat food. “I’m sorry,” says the cashier, “I can’t sell you cat food unless you can prove to me that you own a cat.”
“Why?” says the old lady. “Our manager heard that old people are buying cat food and eating it themselves, and he finds that unacceptable.” “That’s ridiculous, I have to make an extra trip?” says the old lady. But she goes home and gets her cat, brings it back to the store, and they sell her the cat food. A few days later, she comes back to the store and comes up to the cashier with a big box of dog biscuits. “I’m sorry, I can’t sell you those unless you prove to me that you have a dog.” “Ridiculous, I have to make an extra trip again?” But she goes home and gets her dog, brings it back to the store, and they sell her the dog biscuits. A few days later, the old lady comes back to the store carrying a small box, and approaches the same cashier. “What’s in the box?” the cashier asks. “Stick your finger in this hole and find out.” “Oh no, you’ve got a snake or something that will bite me or scratch me in there!” “No, there’s nothing alive in it,” says the old lady. So the cashier sticks a finger in the hole, feels something soft, takes the finger out and says “Ew! That smells like poo!” “It is poo!” says the old lady. “Now can I buy some toilet paper?”
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