Doing the rounds of his barns in a remote country area, a farmer came across a parachutist who had landed in a pile of hay.
"What happened?" asked the farmer, who knew tourists often visited the region for parachuting. "My chute failed to open," the parachutist replied.
"Ah well, if you'd asked the locals before making your jump, you would've known that nothing around here opens on a Sunday."
Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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