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46 lines
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Um, well....
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Three prisoners attempt an escape from Alcatraz, but are caught
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and must be punished.
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Prison Guard: "OK, the governor has prescribed punishment of three
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lashes each, but you may have on your back the covering
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of your choice. Jenkins, you first. What ya want on
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your back?"
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Jenkins: "Oil."
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PG: "OK, then. Slop it on. Good. Now... _ONE!_"
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Jenkins: " AAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH!"
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PG: "_TWO!_"
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Jenkins: "Oh GOD! MERCY! MERCY!"
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PG: "_THREE!_"
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Jenkins: "AAAARRRghhhhh (faints)"
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PG: "Next, you Baxter, what do you want on your back?"
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Baxter (extra tough macho type of guy): "Nothing."
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PG: "Have it your way... _ONE!_"
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Baxter: "Didn't feel it."
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PG: "_TWO!_"
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Baxter: "Ha, ha, ha!"
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PG: "_THREE!_"
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Baxter: "No sweat."
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PG: "Finally you, Goldstein. What you want on your back?"
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Goldstein: "I'll have Baxter."
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(From an album of Jewish humour heard years ago.)
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