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Friday, 8 May 2009

Chalkie was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said,

"Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up beer and poker".

Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Chalkie looked up again and said,

"Neva mind, I found one."

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