My uncle was a ventriloquist dummy. He died drinking furniture polish.
It was a slow death but a beautiful finish.
Once I forgot to bring my ventriloquist dummy to a show and I had use a voodoo doll of myself,
It was a pain in the hole.
My ventriloquist dummy said he hates having his life led by someone else.
I said, "Speak for yourself."
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