Bank Robber

A priest told me this one.

As the bank robber turned to leave, his mask slipped down. He quickly pulled it back up, but worried that the handful of customers had seen his face.

One by one, he asked them.

“Did you see my face?” he asked a man.

“Yes,” said the man.

The bank robber shot him.

“Did you see my face?” he asked the second man.

“Yes,” said the man.

He shot him, too.

A man and a woman were left.

“Did you see my face?” he asked the man.

“No,” said the man, “but my wife here did.”

Signing off for now.

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