Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Nursery Rhymes

There was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile. Until one day, at the encouragement of his HMO,he went to a chiropractor whose claims didn't prove true. So he sued the doctor and the insurance company, and now lives in a mansion overlooking the tiny shanty he once called home. Which is a real shame because the shanty was built and lived in by 3 generations of his family before this bitter shallow man let it rot into disrepair. His ancestors spun in their graves at the injustice done by this smug offspring of theirs, snubbing years of financial poverty and spiritual plenty.

He left his fiancee, who had stood by his crooked side for 4 years waiting to set a marriage date, for a girl 20 years her junior. Shouting "see who'll love you now you withered hag" as she packed her bags and left, weeping. She hung herself, after swallowing half a cup of drain cleaner, in the motel that night before she left town.
He doesn't think of her very much, he worries now about how his new, younger, wife managed to slip the loop hole past him in their prenuptial agreement. The one that left her the sole beneficiary in the event of his death.

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