Lorena was my aunt. The one who bobbed my uncle. Before the truncation, he was called Uncle Bobbit.
Acquaintances of mine, Al White and Will Wright were both leather workers,... no they weren't made of leather, though in some sense we all are, just ask Hannibal..... rather, they worked with leather, producing eg. belts, and handbags etc.
Al was a bit of a careless worker, and one day, whilst punching holes in some hide, the awl slipped and Al White's awl went awry right through Will Wrights whites. Will lay gasping and bleeding on the floor. `I am afraid it may be fatal' he bubbled, as blood begin to to gather in his throat, `quick write this down' he mumbled as uncosciousness approached. `I leave all my worldly belongings to my wife and seventeen children, except nothing for Bauluo, the lousy ne'er do well waster'. He lapsed into unconsciousness, blood draining from his face, he breathed his last.
There was a formal inquest into this tragedy. Two main issues were to be resolved:
1 If Al White held his awl right, would Will Wright be alright?
2 Did Al White write Will Wright's will right? (try sayin that 5 times fast)
The jury was hung.