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A technical bastard

A couple arrived at town hall seconds before closing time, and caught ajudge just as he was about to leave, and asked him to marry them. Heasked if they had a license and, when they didn’t, sent them off to getone. They caught the town clerk just as he was locking up, and got thelicense from him. When they got back to the judge, he pointed out theyhad filled the names in backwards — his where hers belonged and viceversa. They rushed back to the clerk’s office, caught him again, and gotanother license. This time, the judge noticed that the clerk had filled in the date inthe wrong format. Again they catch the clerk… After five reissuedlicenses, the judge is finally satisfied. Judge: „I hope you appreciate why I made you keep going back. If thereare irregularities in the license, your marriage would not be legal, andany children you might have would be technical bastards.“ Groom: „That’s funny – that’s just what the clerk called you.“

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