NO IDEA
The census take knocked on the door of a backwoods shack. An old-timer came out asking what he wanted. “The President has sent us across the country to find out how many people live in the United Sates,” the man replied. “I’m sorry you came all the way out here to ask me,” said the backwoodsman, “’cause I ain’t got the faintest idea.”
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