He keeps breaking my cigars

Guthrie was complaining to his wife that their neighbor kept sneaking up on him and slapping him on the chest and breaking the cigars in his pocket.

"But," said Guthrie, "Ah figured out a way to teach him a lesson."

"Watch yew gonna do?" asked Mrs. Guthrie.

"Ah'm gonna fix him!" said her husband. "The next time he slaps me on the chest, Ah'm gonna have me three sticks a dynamite in mah pocket!"

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