One day in a bus station, one man approached another and said, "I bet your from the Wazzu."
"Why yes I am," answered the other. "How could you tell? Was it my good looks, my debonair charm, my taste in clothing?"
"No," replied the first, "I saw your class ring as you were picking your nose."
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