I walked into my local pub, sat at the bar and ordered a pint. I noticed a bloke sitting next to me looking forlornly at a photograph of a woman.
"She was beautiful," he said, tears rolling down his face. "She was my best friend, she was always up for a laugh. She even loved sex."
"I'm sorry," I said. "When did she pass away?"
"Oh, she not dead," he replied. "We got married."
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Never trust the Tories look what Thatcher and Major did in the 80s and 90s and look what the wicked witch May is doing now doing now 
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