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One moment everything is hunky dory, the next moment your dead.
I was thinking of that this morning. A few years ago, I drove by an arborist dude in a cherry picker trimming a sycamore. I looked up at him to see if I knew him (I didn't) and drove on. Moments later, a limb fell and broke his neck - dead.
The lady Cliff saw is out in her driveway, right as rain, getting ready to go to church and apparently at no risk of harm and poof - dead.
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Why do things that happen to white trash always happen to me?
Got nachos?
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