
Nana Gibson sat on the porch cussing up a storm.
"Damn these pesky stink bugs. Why so many this year?"
Plague? She wondered.
She noticed the sheriff coming up the drive.
"Damn him too," she yelled.
His visit could cause her problems.
You see her "Damn" crop was almost ready
to harvest.
Damn stink bugs...

If you have a "damn" 55 story go over to see the g-man at Mr. KnowItAll and let him know you have a "damn" thing...