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You know, it’s funny how things can take a strange turn. Just when I thought I had seen it all, this case took a bizarre twist. [AI Boost OFF] Along with a thirteenth ghost’s appearance at baggage claim of all places, there was something else that had everyone scratching their crania—all those smoldering jockstraps.
Yup, you heard me right. Those so-called curious smoldering spectral remnants? They were flaming groin protectors. After every ghostly appearance, one would be left behind, as if some kind of spectral calling card. I couldn’t make skulls or coccyges of them.
I mean, what could it possibly mean? [AI Boost ON] Were those fiery straps a message from the other side? A sign of some unfinished business? A bizarre sense of humor from beyond the grave? [AI Boost OFF] It was a real skull-scratcher, I’ll tell ya. And insulting. What’s a skeleton gonna do with a jockstrap anyway? Add hefty definition to our junk and make our butts and thighs look firmer and more defined?
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So now, not only did I have to figure out why these ghosts were showing up, but I had to unravel the mystery of the hot jocks as well. It was like trying to solve two riddles at once, and I had a feeling they were somehow connected.
But I wasn’t about to let [AI Boost OFF] a baker’s dozen of burning cups [AI Boost ON] scare me off the case. No, sir. I was determined to get to the bottom of this ghostly conundrum, jockstraps and all. After all, in my line of work, you learn to expect the unexpected, and this case was turning out to be one for the books.
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Mr. Funny Bones 