Living in California

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Jack was sitting in an airplane when another guy took the seat beside him. The new guy was an absolute wreck, pale, hands shaking,
biting his nails and moaning in fear.

"Hey, pal, what's the matter?" Jack asked

"Oh man... I've been transferred to California," the other guy answered, "there's crazy people in California and they have
shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate..."

"Hold on," Jack interrupted, "I've lived in California all my life, and it is not as bad as the media says. Find a nice home, go to work,
mind your own business, enroll your kids in a good school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world."

The other passeger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh, thank you. I've been worried to death, but if you live
there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"

"Me?" said Jack, "I'm a tail gunner on a bread truck." :dual9mm: :bazooka:
 
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