There are two wolves inside you. One leaves Boston traveling 97 miles per hour and the other leaves—
the joke entirely, causing a new joke to form inside. Inside the joke, there are two jokes. Inside that joke, is a waffle iron.
If you hadn't set me up, I wouldn't have thought of it. So: Consider us co-creators, albeit accidentally, of a vast absurdity! ^_^
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