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Friday Joke; Maid to order




A guy calls home from work. A strange woman answers.
The guy says, "Who is this?"
"This is the maid," answered the woman.
"We don't have a maid!"
"I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house."
"Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"
"Um, she's upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband."
The guy is fuming so he says, "Listen, would you like to make 50,000?"
"Sure, what do I have to do?"
"Get the shotgun out of the hall closet, go upstairs and shoot that unfaithful witch and the jerk she's with."
The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by a couple of gunshots.
The maid comes back to the phone, "What should I do with the bodies?"
"Throw them in the swimming pool!"
"What pool?"
"Uh... is this 555-3485?"

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