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HOW THE FIGHT STARTED

I took my wife to a restaurant.

The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."

He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"

"Nah, she can order for herself."

That's how the fight started.


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