There was this three story building with a pickle seller on the first floor, a painter who liked to paint EVERYTHING green and on the top floor was a butcher who liked to paint everyhing in the nude. So the butcher was coming out of the shower one day and he started cutting some meat. His hand slipped and *chop* he got off his piece, which then rolled off onto the second floor through the window. The man picked it up and painted it green. He put it on the window sill to let it dry and it rolled on down to the first floor. The pickle seller picked it up and put it in a jar. In comes an old lady, and she buys a jar of pickles.....a week later she came back and she said "Oh mah gosh, those pickles were tasty! Do you have anymore? Esciecially the ones with the white and yellow filling?"
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