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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[JokeOfTheDay]]&lt;br /&gt;
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A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight&lt;br /&gt;
around, looking for valuables, and when he picked up a CD player to&lt;br /&gt;
place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark&lt;br /&gt;
saying,   &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight out, and&lt;br /&gt;
froze.   When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head,&lt;br /&gt;
promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the&lt;br /&gt;
light on and began searching for more valuables.   Just as he pulled the&lt;br /&gt;
stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Jesus is watching you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the&lt;br /&gt;
source of the voice.  Finally, in the corner of the room,  his&lt;br /&gt;
flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. &amp;quot;Did you say that?&amp;quot;  He hissed&lt;br /&gt;
at the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yep,&amp;quot; the parrot confessed, then squawked, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m just trying to warn&lt;br /&gt;
you.&amp;quot;  The burglar relaxed. &amp;quot;Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Moses,&amp;quot; replied the bird.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Moses?&amp;quot; the burglar laughed. &amp;quot;What kind of people would name a bird&lt;br /&gt;
Moses?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;The kind of people that would name a rottweiler Jesus.  Go get him&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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