There is an old Country Song that goes something like this, We got
marrieddd in a feverrrrrrrr,,,,,, Hotter! than Brussels
sproutsssss,,,,,,,, We are going to Jacksonnnnnnn,,,,,,, Look Out
Jackson townnnnnnnnn,,,,,,,,

A guy in Chicago once road his bicycle from Chicago to Biloxi (this is
True) to visit his sister.Not far North of Jackson an old timer told him
to steer clear of Jackson because Jackson is full of prostitutes and
politicians and you can't tell the difference between any of them.
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