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Old Bob Bigbottum was holding court with his over-caffeinated gang of graybeards at the Slurp-n-Burp the other day when the entire passel talked themselves smack into a brick wall. Old Bob, showing the mental quickness that made him the ranking ratchet jaw, had the solution.
"Let's just give Mr. Smarty Pants a jingle," he said as he unholstered his cell phone. A wireless surf of the Net (Bob always was a telephone wizard) washed up the number he needed. As he dialed, Bob signaled Beulah for refills all around.See the full content of this document
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Bob, the Boys Discuss Truth, Justice
"Hey there," said Bob when the connection connected, "I'm Bob and from what I read in the newspapers you're quite the cabbage" -- he palmed the phone momentarily to wink...
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