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“I’ve been making a lot of Freudian slips lately,” a man says casually to
his friend.
“Like what?” asks his buddy.
“Well, last week I asked the train conductor for two pickets to Tittsburgh.”
“I did something similar the other day,” says the friend. “My wife and I
were having breakfast, and instead of saying, ‘Honey, please pass the
butter,’ I said, ‘You b*tch, you ruined my life!’”
his friend.
“Like what?” asks his buddy.
“Well, last week I asked the train conductor for two pickets to Tittsburgh.”
“I did something similar the other day,” says the friend. “My wife and I
were having breakfast, and instead of saying, ‘Honey, please pass the
butter,’ I said, ‘You b*tch, you ruined my life!’”
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