"A certain rich merchant was walking through the market place of Baghdad when, standing across the street, he suddenly saw the figure of Death, beckoning him.
The terrified man ran home, mounted his fastest horse, and raced one hundred miles to Samara. Later that night, there was a knock at the door. When the man answered it, there stood Death.
'Why did you beckon me in the market place of Baghdad today?' asked the man. 'I did not beckon you.' replied Death. 'I was merely surprised to see you, for I knew that tonight, we had an appointment in Samara.'"









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All evil comes in the form of a grapefruit; its fat, orange and bitter.
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Shit always happen, you just have to flush it otherwise it will start to smell.
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