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Four fonts walk into a bar. The barman says "Hey you, get outta here! We don't want your type in here."
A jumper-cable walks into a bar. The barman says "I'll serve you, but don't start anything."
A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
A baby seal walks into a club.
A man walks into a bar with a roll of tarmac under his arm and says, "A beer please, and one for the road."
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