| A groan |
[Aug. 1st, 2002|07:50 am]
Peter Sheil
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Six months after a waiter died, his widow went to see a
medium, who promised she would contact the man in the great
beyond.
During the seance, the widow was sure she saw her husband
standing in the corner, dressed in his waiter's outfit.
"Arnold!" she cried. "Come closer and speak to me!"
A ghostly voice drifted from the corner... "I can't. It's
not my table." |
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