What I heard is that King was captured by the Spanish Inquisition, flogged with cactus branches, tied spread-eagled on a hill of fire ants, trampled by 300,000 Mongolian cavalry ponies, jeered on the Oprah Winfrey show, and finally barbecued at the Whistlestop Cafe where folks said he was the most delicious barbecue they had ever tasted. There was enough for everyone to have several helpings of Jim.
It was one of the best dreams I ever had.
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I know we are supposed to love our neighbor, but if Jim King moves in, I am moving out before he becomes a neighbor.