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I decided to sleep with a woman who I met on a bus.

Her husband shot me because he caught us.

When I got shot, the bed was covered with blood.

I looked to see who shot me and it was Elmer Fudd.

I begged him for mercy but he said no.

I have no privates because he shot me below.

Obviously rabbits aren't the only things he shoots.

I got a good lawyer and I bankrupted him in a lawsuit.

Today Fudd told me that I'm pathetic and that he's appalled.

I told him that I might be pathetic but at least I'm not poor and bald.