This is the tranquilusionist, in which I Helen Zoltzman, in the interest of temporarily

trying to stop that feeling where you think your brain is trying to claw its way out of

your skull, read the bunts lines to classic jokes.

No setups, just the bunts lines.

A nervous wreck.

Take this and we'll see if there's any change in the morning.

The doctor said, put yourself together, try taking the spoon out first.

A walk, cliff, frostbite.

Not only is it awful, it's awful.

Too many cheaters.

I scream, the horse says you're at my mind, buddy.

Just in time for dinner at the Hickory Diggery Dog.

Not to cheese, mice, crispies, croaker-cola, water, shark-infested custard.

Bartender says, sorry, we don't serve food here.

To the movies.

A walkie talkie.

Sherlock Bones, mince spy.

Sir, you look flut.

The banana split.

There are footprints in the butter.

No idea.

Because it saw the salad dressing, just let it fall.

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