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| Makes me think of a story my Grandpa would tell about an old guy he knew that had come over from Germany. He was walking home from the tavern one night and felt the need to relieve himself, well before he was done the old city cop came along and said that’ll be a 50 pfennig fine. The old guy said fine and dug in his pocket and pulled out 51 pfennigs and handed it to the cop. The cop said what’s the extra pfennig for? The old guy said, well I let a fart too. | |
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When the details count.. don't count?
