Mom: I started to write a letter to Bertha today but I gave up on it.
Jim: Why?
Mom: I just didn’t want to keep going. Besides, the words were going all over the paymper.
Jim: It’s a typewriter! How could they go all over the paper?
Mom: I think I messed up the margarines. I need you fix ‘em.
Jim: Parkay.
Mom: What?
Jim: I said “OK”.
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