If I should happen to die...

There are no coincidences, only conspiracies.

 

Have a history teacher explain this if they can.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”

Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made by “Ford.”

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here’s the “kicker”:

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

AND……………….

Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse…

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater… 

Misadventures of Marty and April

Marty told me his wife was expecting a baby. Congrats would be in order if I wasn’t already his GIRLFRIEND. I mean I guess I was the sidechick but the were living in separate homes, barely speaking. They were legally separated, headed for divorce. She was a beautiful girl, younger than he, my age actually, I guess he has a type. When I met him he asked me to come move in with him so he could take care of me. I opted out of that arrangement but I did let him take care of me.
In the beginning I just figured he was like every other rich playboy i’d dealt with and never saw any real future with us. Who knew I could be so wrong and so right?
I fell hard for Marty the first night, I’m sure the private jet to the Beyonce concert just hours after meeting each other didn’t hurt but that’s not what got me. The gentleness in his eyes and sensitivity in his touch played a huge part. I knew he was a player but I couldn’t stop myself from falling for him. He booked us separate rooms at the Ritz that night, but mine was never occupied. I spent the first night passed out, fully clothed, in Marty’s bed while he slept on the couch.  Not so much as a kiss. 

 

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