16,316. IT'S LIKE AN EVERYDAY THING

IT'S LIKE AN EVERYDAY THING

The bump in the wallet's long gone, and

those photos of my 14 children are all

displaced. Grandkids? I never even 

started counting.

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I can apply for developing nation status, 

but only if I had the borders and the lands

to freely inhabit. But who wants to run a

free nation of fools?

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Hand-me-downs run in the family too:

My first wife, long back, was married to

a guy named Chuck, who was killed on the

Bonneville Salt Flats for driving too fast.

She didn't mourn him a day. I sort of just

inherited her when she offered me his

other vehicles as some type of weird 

and medieval dowry. I couldn't say no

to that and never looked back : She was

OK to live with but great in the sack!

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Another one of my wives  -  I think #3 -

said she was heir to the Kendermann

fortune, and though I never found out 

what it was, there was always money 

around. She ran off with some embezzling

crook and left me in the lurch. So, no,

no part of this ever brought me anything

good. I digress.

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In 1981, even I myself won some money

in a lottery. I t was automatic, and I hadn't

even known I'd entered. By then, the kids

were everywhere, so I bought one of those

new vans to cart them all around. Then, yeah

I started looking for a Soccer Mom to do all

that for me, but, alas, none was ever found.