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"I've been making a lot of Freudian slips lately," a man says to his friend.
"Like what?" asked his buddy.
"Well, last week I asked the train conductor for two pickets to Tittsburg."
"I did something similar the other day," says the friend.
"My wife and I were having breakfast, and instead of saying, 'Honey, please pass the butter', I said,
'You bitch-you ruined my life!'