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A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor.

Obviously in pain, he very slowly managed to pull himself up onto a counter stool. A few moments passed, as he continued to breathe heavily.

Finally catching his breath, in a pain-filled voice, he ordered a banana split.

The waitress asked kindly, "Crushed nuts?"

"No," he replied, "Arthritis."
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