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"So, I got tired of all the incessant bleating, and I threw a stick a' dynamite into that herd of sheep. By the way, what's for dinner?'
"Mutton."
"Crap! I shoulda known!..."
Wait! They let you keep your hat?
They wouldn't let me keep my hat, and I kinda need it!
Hey, thanks for the great shag, mate; didn't realize you could get it through the bars! Care for a smoke?
So, you're in for a phoney cross-dressing charge, & I'm in for in a phoney indecent exposure charge...
I think I know a way outa this! Gimme your hat!