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Josef Fritzl is sitting in the pub one day having a good moan about life to his Arab mate.

He says, "My daughter's driving me up the bloody wall. She won't do as she's told, she won't do her chores, I am at my wit's end with what to with her. Any advice Akhmed? How would you deal with this sort of problem in your country?"

Akhmed replies, "Oh I don't know... sell her?"

Josef thinks, "Ahh... cellar..."