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I received this one from L'Erudito, a somewhat bookish gentleman who lives
a bit northwest, on the subject of a cheating spouse...

A guy walked into a crowded bar, waving his unholstered pistol and yelled,
"I have a Colt .45 with eight rounds in the clip and one in the chamber and
I want to know who's been sleeping with my wife!"

A voice from the back of the room called out, "You don't have enough ammo!"
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