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The Lady-Killer

Mom: Whatever happened to that boy, Jack?  He had such an active social life.  He was a lady-killer.  You know, I never saw him with the same girl twice.  What happened to him?
Son:  He was a lady-killer, Mom.
Mom: Do you still keep in touch?
Son:  No, Mom.  I mean he was an actual lady-killer.  Convicted serial rapist and murderer.  You never saw him with the same girl because he killed them and buried them under his dad’s tulips.  It was in the news…
Mom:  Oh my!  I just thought he couldn’t keep the same girl for more than a week.
Son:  Well, as it turned out he kept them for much longer…

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