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Friday, March 30, 2007

riches

Riches.

The riches man in the world, originally from
Kirby, Liverpool is thin, getting skeletal,
when the cook makes him a bacon sandwich
and the rich man touches it, the sliced bread
and bacon turns to gold, the cook has a kitchen
full of that metal, plans to open an ice cream
parlour on the Wirral.. The loaded man drank
cola, liquid gold in his belly solidified a shiny
tumor big as a football. The doc who removed
it tried to run away with the tumor, but he was
tackled by the nurse and the anesthetist, who
too wanted a share. The state took the ball and
sacked the medical team. Great wealth belongs
to nations, to you and me it brings unhappiness.

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