A young Jamaican man was throwing a party and gathered all of his friends around to tell them about it. He announced, in a thick Jamaican accent, “You are all invited to my party, but you've got to come dressed as an emotion.”

At about seven o'clock there came a knock at the door, where stood a man with a happy face painted on. “I am happiness,” said the party-goer. “I am the happy man.”

“Come in, my brother, and drink some rum.”

Five minutes later, a man with a painted sad face and tears rolling down his face knocked on the door and said, “I am sadness. I am the sad man.”

“Come in, my friend and drink some fruit punch.”

Soon there came a third knock on the door, where stood one man with a pear on the end of his knob and a second guy with his knob in a bowl of custard.

“What the bloody hell 'ave you come as, man?!” the Jamaican exclaimed.

The first Jamaican guest replied, “I am deep in dis pear, man, and dis guy is f&(*ing dis custard!”

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