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One hour later, Saddam sees his driver coming back from the farm. His clothes all wrinkled, a bottle of wine in one hand & a cigar in the other. "What happened to you?", inquires Saddam.
"Well," replies the driver, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife the bottle of wine & their 19-year-old daughter made wild, passionate love to me!"
"My God, what did you tell them?" demands the dictator.
The chauffeur responds; "Good evening. I am Saddam Husseins chauffeur & I have just killed the pig."
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"Quiet!" snapped the officer. "I'm going to let you spend the night in jail until the chief gets back."
"But, officer, I just wanted to say,"
"And I said be quiet! You're going to jail!"
A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you, the chief's at his daughter's wedding so he'll be in a good mood when he gets back."
"Don't count on it," answered the guy in the cell. "I'm the groom."
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