A dyslexic man went on a skiing holiday.

He climbed to the top of the ski slope, and looked down.

He realized that he was going to have problems as he didn't know his zigs from his zags.

He decided to ask someone for help.

"Excuse me", he said; "I'm trying to sort my zigs from my zags so that I can ski down this slope safely".

"Don't ask me", said the man he had chosen to ask, "I'm a Tobogganist."

"Oh well", said our hero, "In that case I'll have twenty Marlboros please............".

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