So a ghost walks into the bar and the ghost is like,

ooh-hoo-ho-ho-ho-ho.

And the bartender is like, oh, God, oh, sorry.

You're a ghost.

With the sheet, I thought, and the ghost is like,

that I'm a racist.

And the bartender's like, yeah, you should probably do like a printed

Stephanie?

And the ghost is like, Tom?

Bartender's like, I haven't seen you since we went on that date all those years ago.

What happened? And the ghost is like, I died.

And the bartender's like, well, I guess that explains why I never heard back from you.

And the ghost is like, oh, well, I actually, I actually had like, like, like, like, like a week ago.

The bartender's like, it's, it's fine, you water under the bridge.

And the ghost is like, that's actually what killed me.

The bartender's like, really?

And the ghost is like, no, it's just a dumb joke.

A car accident.

And the bartender's like, well, regardless, it's really nice to see you again.

And the ghost is like, it's nice to see you too.

What do you say, I buy us the first round and we catch up like old times?

And the bartender says, well, I'd love to, but you don't serve spirits.

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