Tell you kids, back in my day, we had it rough... or so much better, i can't tell anymore. Anyway, every day, we would wake up at 2 in the morning and go to the table for breakfast. We all lived in a closet, you see, so it was one room. And we would ask, me and my 64 brothers and 27 sisters, "what's for breakfast mum?". She would smack us all with a shoe and say "cold beans". And if we complained and said "but we had cold beans yesterday" - because we has cold beans every day - she would smack us all five times with a shoe and say "tough its all we can afford. I'm trying to feed a family of 93 with just half a silber buck8ngton", a silver buckington was about the same as half a penny back in the day. Then we would head to school. We met up with the johnson kids from down the road, and walked 1674 miles to school. On the way to school, we would see the peterson boys on their fancy bikes - which they dont make like they used to, and we would race them down the mountain. Then, when we got to school at 4 in the morning, the headmaster would come up to us and say "you bloody kids are late", then he would smack us all with the cane 10 times and tell us we had 7 years of detention. Then, we went to class, and mr stevenson would say "ok line up kids", then he would spank us each 69 times, then hit us each with the cane 40 times each. Then it was 7 at night and we had to walk home. Then, when we got home, we'd ask "whats for dinner mum?", and she'd smack us each 100 times with a broom and say "im trying to feed a family of 154 on just one islet silver, just wair until your dad gets home" - now an islet silver was worth about as much as a grain of sand. Then, when our dad got home from his job at the soot factory, he would hit us all 180 times with his belt.
