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“Bob, I can’t get them to laugh,” 
cried out the director in great distress as she paced, 
glancing back and forth
 between the sullen audience 
and wooden actors. Stony faces, glassy eyes, 
plastic smiles: Bob had bought the wrong components for the production assembly.
 ****** Bob, how much did you spend?” 
Bob shrugged, pulled out 
a handful of change from his pockets. “Back to the store you go, Bob!”
 He fumbled through the shelves, 
cut his finger on an opened can, 
the last one that was labelled 
 “Laughter”.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Canned Laughter
“Bob, I can’t get them to laugh,” 
cried out the director in great distress as she paced, 
glancing back and forth
 between the sullen audience 
and wooden actors. Stony faces, glassy eyes, 
plastic smiles: Bob had bought the wrong components for the production assembly.
 ****** Bob, how much did you spend?” 
Bob shrugged, pulled out 
a handful of change from his pockets. “Back to the store you go, Bob!”
 He fumbled through the shelves, 
cut his finger on an opened can, 
the last one that was labelled 
 “Laughter”.
this is literally just about a pun
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
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