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<blockquote data-quote="Almost Jack Burton" data-source="post: 3927137" data-attributes="member: 44915"><p>One more thing, a wise old timer told me a story once about a man named well I can't remember the name so we shall call him Carl.</p><p>Carl was walking down the street one day and as he walked he came up on a tall wooden slat fence.</p><p>As he walked he began to hear a chant from the opposite side of the fence. The chant went 13,13,13,13,13, over and over again. As he walked it grew louder as he approached a small knot hole in one the slat boards.</p><p>Carl could hear others having a riot of a good time on the other side and envied whom ever it was.</p><p>He kept walking and as he proceeded down the sidewalk the jovial noises and the chanting of 13 began to fade away. He reached a distance where the sound was just above that of a whisper and he decided in his killjoy mind that he wanted to know what it was that these people on the far side of the fence where getting such great enjoyment from, after all why should they be so jovial while he was just having a mundane afternoon walking down the sidewalk.</p><p>Carl quickly turned around and walked briskly down the sidewalk towards the hole in the slat board, as he approached the chant of 13,13,13,13, began to enrage him as did the joyous laughter of those on the far side of the fence. He began to sprint to the hole as he closed the last few feet he stopped down slightly to peer through the hole and BLAM!!!</p><p>An unwashed finger plunged into his eye.</p><p>As Carl rolled about on the sidewalk on the nice summer afternoon feeling the pink eye infection take hold, he made a promise to himself and the heavens.</p><p>So long as no one was being harmed he would mind his own damn business from there on in.</p><p>Once he picked himself and began headed towards the nearest Wal-Aid for some triple antibiotic ointment he could hear that the chant had changed to 14,14,14,14.</p><p>Have a good evening and Merry Christmas to all who made it this far.</p><p>Much appreciated.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Almost Jack Burton, post: 3927137, member: 44915"] One more thing, a wise old timer told me a story once about a man named well I can't remember the name so we shall call him Carl. Carl was walking down the street one day and as he walked he came up on a tall wooden slat fence. As he walked he began to hear a chant from the opposite side of the fence. The chant went 13,13,13,13,13, over and over again. As he walked it grew louder as he approached a small knot hole in one the slat boards. Carl could hear others having a riot of a good time on the other side and envied whom ever it was. He kept walking and as he proceeded down the sidewalk the jovial noises and the chanting of 13 began to fade away. He reached a distance where the sound was just above that of a whisper and he decided in his killjoy mind that he wanted to know what it was that these people on the far side of the fence where getting such great enjoyment from, after all why should they be so jovial while he was just having a mundane afternoon walking down the sidewalk. Carl quickly turned around and walked briskly down the sidewalk towards the hole in the slat board, as he approached the chant of 13,13,13,13, began to enrage him as did the joyous laughter of those on the far side of the fence. He began to sprint to the hole as he closed the last few feet he stopped down slightly to peer through the hole and BLAM!!! An unwashed finger plunged into his eye. As Carl rolled about on the sidewalk on the nice summer afternoon feeling the pink eye infection take hold, he made a promise to himself and the heavens. So long as no one was being harmed he would mind his own damn business from there on in. Once he picked himself and began headed towards the nearest Wal-Aid for some triple antibiotic ointment he could hear that the chant had changed to 14,14,14,14. Have a good evening and Merry Christmas to all who made it this far. Much appreciated. [/QUOTE]
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