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An Old Woman Was Walking Her Dog

An elderly woman was walking her dog one evening. When a young man went up to her, grabbed her pocketbook, and fled away. A couple across the street ran over to check on her, stating the police had been contacted and would arrive in a few minutes.

The elderly woman grins and informs the newlyweds that. She uses her old purse to store her dog’s poop until she can dispose of it at home. Imagine the thief’s amazement when he opens the purse.

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