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There were several dog-eared volumes of "Truly Tasteless Jokes" that circulated among my 5th grade class. Each one had a lifespan of several days, at which point it'd be found and confiscated by someone's parent. We blithely skipped through the jokes we had no idea how to comprehend ("How can you tell when a WASP woman achieves climax? She drops her briefcase") and went straight to the ones that had smutty and racist words we recognized.