She picked up a box of carnival glass at

She picked up a box of carnival glass at the estate sale. A small folio of faded photographs was in the bottom. It held tintypes of a men wearing assorted paper hats, glowering.

One was holding a damp rabbit, with no left foot. This seemed to indicate a new trend that could bring additional charges against any rider who

tried to use voodoo to win the horse races. Doping was passe. Sure enough in the next heat three riders were disqualified for mounting their steed holding decapitated chickens

which turned out to be zombie chickens. Thus was born the decapitated chicken racing league. The DCRL had only one problem: finding jockeys small enough

to ride these racing decapitated zombie chickens. But then he found roaches. Waxy, thick roaches, that looked like giant palm dates. He dressed the roaches up in harlequin

hats of yellow and green with little tiny bells on the drooping end of each corner. The roaches appreciated the hats and proclaimed him king of the fools for only a fool would

Wear a hat like that. And he was a fool, therefore he was wearing a hat like that. Being the king of the fools had its perks For example, you no longer had to wait in line. Also,

people expected things like crapping in your hand and throwing it at people as a way of voicing your displeasure. The only real downside to being the dumbest man in any room was

Not knowing how to pee in a potty. despite being held back 23 times in his life, he just couldn't grasp the fact that big kids don't use diapers. In addition, the ABC's also

looked like Uncle Shelby wrote them. Still, his life turned out sweet, because people gave him easy breaks all the time while the people who struggled hard remained unemployed.