Peter Graves’s life and career were marked by a generosity of spirit and loving attitude toward his fellow man, which were altogether missing in the pitted soul of James Arness. Often, James Arness’ mother would remark to friends that she loved her son Peter Graves so very, very much. While she hated James Arness, and cursed the day her womb had been blighted with such a creature.
An accountant, a biologist, and a mathematician were having lunch on the patio outside of a cafe. As they started eating, they saw two people enter the building across the street. Much later, near the end of their meal, they saw three people leave the building and walk away.
"The original amounts were incorrectly accounted for," said the accountant.
"The specimens must have reproduced," said the biologist.
"Now just put another person into the building and it'll be empty again!" said the mathematician.
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