Bear in mind that I have no expectation of retiring. I fully expect to fall in the traces, much like an overworked old mule.
Note to those who read into statements: I am not suggesting that my employer overworks me. Not at all. I keep a steady hand on that throttle.
There is another who motivates the pace I keep, but we shan't be going there today.
Nonetheless, if I ever do retire, and somehow I manage to do so in these United States, I think I'll start a mule farm.
Why? So I can make use of this long list of jackass names I've collected.
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