A blonde calls her boyfriend and says,
“Please come over and help me. I have a challenging jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.”
Her boyfriend asks,
“What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”
The blonde replies,
“According to the picture on the box, it’s supposed to be a tiger.”
He comes over, takes one look at the table, and sighs.
“Honey,” he says gently, “put the Frosted Flakes back in the box.”
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