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| I am St Peter, here at the Pearly Gates. Let me tell you about my day. |
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| A young man came to me telling of his tragic, unusual and strange demise. |
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| "Well St Peter I was just walking down the street and out of the clear blue sky... |
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| A refrigerator fell on me." |
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| Shortly after admitting that young man a construction worker arrives and begins his tale. |
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| " I had been suspecting my girlfriend of cheating on me. So today I came home early to see if I could catch her in the act.I find her sitting on the sofa, a wine glass in her hand, wearing nothing but a thong and tight tank top." |
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| " I search the whole house looking for her lover. She is yelling at me. I am yelling at her. "... |
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| "Out of frustration I pick up the refrigerator and heave it off the balcony."... |
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| "the strain caused a heart attack and I died right there." |
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| The last dearly departed of the day began his lurid story. |
" Dude, like, I was hiding in this refrigerator....."
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