Not counting my trilobite fossil, a large, orange, metal "P" from a "..ARKING GARAGE" that my dad's brother liberated and gave to my dad for his birthday or something when they were at SMU down in Texas in the mid 70's (our last name begins with a P). It is now a family heirloom, passing from each child as he/she enters college. A saying from an old Indian comes with it as it is passed.."There is a time and a place for everything... it's called college."
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Kiss my white Irish ass.
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