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To my son ..and his entire family ...I leave these: a box of mint-condition 1918 liberty-head silver dollars. You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run of the house with a big washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as a walking-bird. We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, ♥♥♥♥♥ eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball...

Loyal as loyal gets, A zomboid champion. A Mordhau mercenary.

You are a true warrior.

my pp itch

Happy birthday