Such a deep issue, I took the liberty of adding two para spaces... giving it the full credit it deserves. Firstly, N0rm
wouldn't have time for that... but I do. Secondly, Zen was told that Korean general stuff by an Eastern guru [who was from New York] when the Grifter was already in the hole for many thousands to the same dude... so he had to come up with sumthin er,
believable.
Fourthly, [I like missing thirdly] I was recently in Busan, South Korea and my local guide got to the bottom of this vexing issue, down at the Korean Home for Old Dead Soldiers and Almost Dead Old Soldiers. There in the archives, with my faithful translator by my side, I found what I was looking for.
Grifter was indeed once a Korean general, some 350 years ago. The freak accident you referred to happened when Grifter had partaken of the usual Korean Baked Dog barbecue, washed down with copious amounts of rice wine.
One need sated, Grifter then decided a visit to the nearby whorehouse would be in order. He mounted his whore I mean donkey and off he went up a short, steep track to the House of Pleasure. At the critical point in the steep but short track, an impatient Grifter gave the donkey a decent whack on the arse with a stick to make it get to his pleasure quicker.
Fourthly-and-a-halfly, if only the old dude he hired the donkey from had informed Grifter
do not hit the donkey, he will buck if you do.
Alas, Grifter hit it with a stick... said donkey reared viciously and unexpectedly, catching him off guard. The rest is predictable. He went way up high and came down square on the top of his head on a large rock, some three metres lower. His head was kinda compressed into a mush of brains, blood, hair, bone and er... that's about it.
The donkey bolted into the wilderness and could not be found, even tho the local cops had a reward out for the murdering donkey. Strangely enuff, hours later when rescuers found his dead lifeless body, he still had a boner. In fact, he still had a boner at his Army and State funeral when they buried him as a war victim
hero two days later.
Fifthly, on the backgammon site I frequent, some days I am like Jeebus Christos hisself... nobody can beat me, I am King of the Backgammon mountain. Ten hapless victims consigned to the dump, consec... no problemo. This is what I expect, to win
every time... to sweep all before me like Genghis Khan, where resistance is futile... the way my life was meant to be, just like Cod intended. That is, the Cod I worship. I love fish.
Other times, for example, Daffy Duck, Goofy and Peanuts all beat me, no matter what I do. I have one piece left to take off, Daffy has four, so his only hope is to throw a double, and just not any double... only 66 will do it. And there it is, the 36/1 against shot that kills me... double fkn 6.
As Dog Hand would say, hope this helps.

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