The busiest kid on the block is a mere 83
It is lunchtime, and the natty old gent in the gray suit sits down, lights up a cigar and says, in that famous foghorn voice, "I must tell you a good liea real good lie." It is the story of a comedian who dies backstage at the end of his act while the audience continues to applaud, thinking he is still in the giant clown's shoes they see protruding from beneath the curtain. It is a good lie, one of the best, but is there...
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