With every click of a penis enlargement or free ringtone ad placing me closer to resigning my full-time position, and enjoying the “Life of Riley”, it’s time I thought about how to invest this fortune.

By way of a hobby, I'm thinking of taking up "Sock Ranching".  This may lead to a nice second income, or quite possibly a whole new career direction.  If I round up all of my stray white socks, all of my stray black socks, merge them into one herd and begin to breed them; I can then sell off the gray socks in pairs (1 male, 1 female) for a tidy profit.

Of course, eventually people would start their own herds and there would be major "Sock Drives" in the Spring, ranchers who deal exclusively in wool socks would claim Squatter's Rights on established grazing land, and all this would lead to "Sock Range Wars" over washer and dryer privileges.  And, inevitably, there would be the "Sockboys" riding into town on Friday night looking for the nearest Dry Cleaner to spend their month's pay from the long drive; likely, on booze and wild laundry women.  Gambling houses and laundromats would spring up in every community from coast to coast.  Within a few short years civilization, as we know it, would be completely destroyed!

Perhaps I should stick to what I know best.

Racing Gerbils.

I finally had one of the little fellows win the Triple Crown last summer:

The Bleakness, The Beaumont Steaks, and, The Unlucky Derby.

He was so proud; I feel he thought the neutering was really worthwhile, after all.


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