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It was five o'clock, and the shift at the coal mine was over 🍷🧉🍹🍻🍺 [View all]
And right on schedule, here came Timmy, pushing a wheelbarrow with nothing in it but a single, taped-up cardboard box.
The first day, the mine inspector stopped him. "What's in the box, Timmy?"
"Nothing," Timmy said. The inspector checked. It was empty.
The second day, the same thing. "I know you're up to something," the inspector muttered, after finding the box empty again.
On the third day, out comes Timmy again pushing the wheelbarrow with a box in it. The inspector was fuming. "I've had it!" he yelled, stepping in front of Timmy. "I know you're stealing something. It's driving me mad! For my own sanity, please, just tell me what it is."
Timmy looked around, leaned in close, and whispered, "Wheelbarrows."
The first day, the mine inspector stopped him. "What's in the box, Timmy?"
"Nothing," Timmy said. The inspector checked. It was empty.
The second day, the same thing. "I know you're up to something," the inspector muttered, after finding the box empty again.
On the third day, out comes Timmy again pushing the wheelbarrow with a box in it. The inspector was fuming. "I've had it!" he yelled, stepping in front of Timmy. "I know you're stealing something. It's driving me mad! For my own sanity, please, just tell me what it is."
Timmy looked around, leaned in close, and whispered, "Wheelbarrows."
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