Most everybody knows there are only two things worth milking—a cow and a joke. So lacking meandering cows out here in the racing, rushing mini-metropolis of New Paltz we tend to depend on getting as much milk as we can out of any joke that passes by. We do what we can with prepared jokes, the kind spilt on the internet, but the kind we like best are the ones that pop out of the blue, you know, out of the course of life as she is happening, like this one :
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