[[A woman sits at a bar, a man approaches.]]
Man: So, how do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Ooh, sunny side up.
Man: Oh. Huh.
Woman: Is that a problem?
Man: Well, it's just that I was trying to set you up for the "unfertilised" line.
Woman: Ah. Bad timing; I'm actually looking for casual sex. ...interested?
Man: I'd love to, but I've got like 20 more jokes to set up tonight. Hey, have you seen a priest and a rabbi?
{{Title Text: Oh, yeah, we get tons of them at these casual sex bars.}}
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We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.