LOL this reminds me of a Thanks Giving joke my grandpa used to tell: There was a man the son of a tinker. When we came of age he set about to make his mark on the world. he wandered the country side with his box of tool plying his trade and crying out, "I tink, I tink . . ." Well after run out of many towns and villages because he smelled bad he decided to become a cobbler. Sooooo he learned his trade and while traveling the country side crying out, "Cobble, cobble . . ." he got shot by a near sighted hunter.
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