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The newlyweds stopped at a farmhouse and asked if they could rent a room for the night.


By noon the next day they were still not up and about, so the farmer yelled up that it was last call for breakfast.


“Don’t worry about us,” called the groom, “we’re living on the fruits of love.”


“Okay,” screamed the farmer, “but quit throwing the damned skins out the window— they’re choking the ducks.”

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