My son Kevin is convinced that the more keys you have on your key ring, the less significant you are.
He usually cites the example of a middle school janitor.
Think on it...
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- Chapter 41 - Shrunken Heads
- Chapter 40 - Tattoos
- Chapter 39 - The Spork
- Chapter 38 - Ring Maul
- Chapter 37 - A Good Punch
- Chapter 36 - Coat Tails
- Chapter 35 - Pamlico County
- Chapter 34 - Size
- Chapter 33 - Wallet
- Chapter 32 - Key Ring
- Chapter 31 - 5 Gallon Bucket
- Chapter 30 - Chest Waders
- Chapter 29 - Wool
- Chapter 28 - Steak
- Chapter 27 - Breast Augmentation
- Chapter 26 - Artificial Joints
- Chapter 25 - Trains
- Chapter 24 - Mead
- Chapter 23 - Bar Food
- Chapter 22 - Lucky Strikes
- Chapter 21 - Chewing Tobacco
- Chapter 20 - U. S. Marines
- Chapter 19 - Boots
- Chapter 18 - Money
- Chapter 17 - Work
- Chapter 16 - Children
- Chapter 15 - Wives
- Chapter 14 - Hats
- Chapter 13 - Jeeps
- Chapter 12 - Fishing
- Chapter 11 - Spring and Summer
- Chapter 10 - Fall and Winter
- Chapter 9 - Night
- Chapter 8 - The Water
- Chapter 7 - The Outdoors
- Chapter 6 - Beer
- Chapter 5 - Knives
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