Three women were sitting around and bragging about their children. The first one says, “You know, my son, he graduated first in his class from Oxford. He’s now a doctor, …
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One evening, my wife suddenly craved McDonald’s pickles. She was expecting, and I knew how much these little things mattered, so I rushed to the nearest McDonald’s. At the counter, …
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