Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby

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Dear Abbey,

   Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid hardworking county coroner.

   It's important that my family eat meat at least 3 times a week.

   But we can't afford to with the prices the way they are. So I bring home choice cuts 

   from my autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and TA-DA!!



   The Whole family thinks my new meals are delicious.

   They ask me what's my secret. Abby, I think they are getting suspicious.

   My smart ass 8 year old keeps asking, 

   "Where's all the meat? The red dye #2 kind  that's kept in the fridge"

   If they found out the truth I don't think they'll understand. Abby, what do

   I tell my family?





   DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure

    the body is blessed and everything should be just fine...just fine


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