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The Mortitian arrived at the Mortuary one morning…

The Mortitian arrived at the Mortuary one morning and wasaproached by his assistant.“Anything interesting happen over-night“, asked the mortitian.“Yes“, replied the assistant, „The most gorgeous 18 year-oldblond came in last night. Dead of course““What was the cause of death“, enquired the mortition.“I’m not sure“,replied the assistant. „But she’s got a Prawnstuck up her cunt!““Are you sure?“, said the Mortitian.“Yes, come and have a look for yourself“ ,said the assistantopening the body bag.The mortitian closely examined the beautifuly trimmed snatch.“That’s not a prawn you stupid wanker“, he responded, „That’sher clitoris““Are you sure?“, said the assisitant,“‚Cuz it certainly tasted like a prawn“.

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