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the gangster's son flunks his exams

"Give me a good reason," the exasperated gangster-father quizzes his son, "why you flunked your school exams" "Well, dad," says the spoiled brat *"they locked us all up in a hall and they asked us questions five days in a row - but all five days I never gave them a word Everybody else - the cowards - spilled the beans!"*
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Written by
raj-arumugam
Australian
Published
Nov 1, 2014
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#fun#verse#humour
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