Daddy and son, both cops, talking to each other:
Son: Dad, can you shed me some light on tactical interrogation and cross-examination?
Daddy: (without even looking up from the broadsheet he’s reading) You’re barking at the wrong tree son. There’s someone more skillful at that, better than anyone who wears the badge. Go and ask your mother…
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The God of Tactical Interrogation and Cross-Examinations
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Of Wives and Lovers
Here’s to our wives and lovers. May they never meet. Cheers!
“My wife met her already.”
Damn. Must’ve been awful.
“Nope. How can she confront herself?”
- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant
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