As a kid I never had jacks. When we moved into a new house when I was about 6 years old I stepped on one on the stairs to the basement. That little sucker went straight in, the rounded edge made no difference. Dang it was painful, worse than stepping on a nail.I put few restrictions on childhood toys for my children. Jacks were one of the few things absolutely positively forbidden! Stepping on one of those little caltrops first thing in the morning as you stagger into the kitchen to start your day is guaranteed to start it on the wrong foot!
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Well, there's a story I can get excited about.Back before Viagra was known a doctor had a friend try a little blue pill to deal with I forget what. Walter was a bit over fifty, his wife a bit over twenty. With severe diabetes and other issues Walter hadn't been keeping up with his homework too well.
The Viagra did it's thing and life was great. A couple hours later Walter wakes up Debbie again. A few hours later... Next morning Debbie was excited about how wonderful things were. Next night same deal. After about a week Debbie told Walter enough with the damned pills, she needed some sleep!
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