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Uncle Cheney:
Thu, 16 Feb 2006 14:06:39 GMT uk.people.silversurfers
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John #8...
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Uncle Cheney, a man smaller than life, never had a heyday. He
peaked in third grade. Not only did opportunity fail to knock, it had deliberately thrown away his address. His existence was so boring he once proudly showed me his neighbor's parking space. In an effort to improve his life, he decided to sell his soul; unfortunately, he sole it on eBay & was never paid. One thing he did take pride in: He was one of the few men who at age of eighty-five, could still remember the names of all his dentists. Uncle Cheney died when shot in the face while hunting chickens from his limousine. That morning he mistakenly ate a bag of after-dinner mints before lunch. The Vice-President read the eulogy. He mentioned the mints. :-) Foxy at w**k...
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