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This is not a joke
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My friend Rick has it stipulated in his will that, upon his death, he will be stuffed and then passed on to me so that I may utilize him as a conversation piece.
It is sad that he had to put this in his will, just because his wife can’t be trusted to honor his wishes.
Women.
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