There's a community near me whose inhabitants all descend from the same pioneer ancestor.
These people seriously compete daily with each other to see who can do the dumbest thing.
Well, to tell you the truth, we never expect all that much out of em, 'cause it's whispered that their ancestor, way back yonder, was kicked in the head by a mule and knocked permanently senseless.
Nobody knows for sure just how hard the mule kicked him, but it must have been pretty hard, because so far it's gone through eight generations of his off spring and still going.
M Paul Burress
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