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son one told me he met a new friend, his name is luka.
i asked him if he lived on the second floor.
he gave me the standard "whatever, dad" look.
researchers at the humor research center in hoboken recently discovered that much in the way a female is born with a finite number of eggs that are released over time, each of us is born with a finite number of witty quips, and jocular retorts.
The researchers warn these funnies should not be wasted on a six year old.