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I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hate so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.


Twenty-Seven. King Street, Sandy Bay. November 2011.

Today's top five? The Top Five Interesting Things That I Could Say About The Number 27!

  • 27 contain numbers 2 and 7 if you take line of numbers starting with 2 ending with 7 you will get 27 in result. (2+3+4+5+6+7=27).

  • There are 27 Amendments to the United States Constitution. The Twenty-seventh Amendment prohibits any law that increases or decreases the salary of members of the Congress from taking effect until the start of the next set of terms of office. It was ratified in 1992, a mere 203 years after its initial submission for ratification. Your government at work!

  • According to the ancient and deadly martial art of Feng Shui; a handy hint for raising money is to discretely keep in the house 27 identical coins. Even better if those coins are 1794 Flowing Hair Dollars...

  • There are 27 countries are in the European Union. For now, Liechtenstein must bide its time...

  • The 27 Club represents a ragtag collection of musicians who all died at the age of 27. Among the more famous of its cohorts are bluesman Robert Johnson, Rolling Stone Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse. By my calculations, Lily Allen should really be watching her step for the next six months.
  • Comments

    Roddy said…
    Do you cyber enquire as to these topics, or do they just jump naturally into your head?
    Number 27 to me is just the number between 26 and 28.
    Kris McCracken said…
    It just comes to me.

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