Apr 012014
 
Rubber Chicken I sat next to a tramp on a park bench today.

“It was only last week that I had it all,” he said, “A chef to cook my food, cleaners to do my cleaning and wash my clothes and a nice warm roof over my head.”

“What happened?” I replied, “Drugs? Gambling? A woman?”

“No, I was just let out of prison.”

 

 

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