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I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and
nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd
spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where
it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all
thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
They also said I was crazy for yelling "tadpoles! Tadpoles a winner" in my underwear in the middle of Wal-Mart.
Now who's laughing? 1 down, 8 more to go.