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Jokes Home : Friend : Conversation
Each evening birdlover Tom stood in his backyard, hooting like an owl - and one night, an owl called back to him. For a year, the man and his feathered friend hooted back and forth. He even kept a log of the 'conversation.' Just as he thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough in interspecies communication, his wife had a chat with her next door neighbor.
'My husband spends his nights ... calling out to owls,' she said.
'That's odd,' the neighbor replied. 'So does my husband.'
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