Serendipity maybe

[twyst976]

So I have had the handle of Twyst976 for a while, and the number 976 I borrowed from my brother a long time ago, easily over 10 years closer probably to 20 by now. So I had a child on 9/9 with my wife who was born on 7/7 and we were married on 6/9/7. Now the even odder thing is that the missing number in the sequence is 8... Sally's full birth date

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[chapel976]

Now, Earl's got a wife, and we call her... Wife. We don't know her
name, because she's never really said that much. For the longest time,
we thought she could only say two words, which were "dog" and "pussy".
We thought that meant "dog" and "cat", but then we found out that what
she was really trying to say was "dog-pussy", one big hyphenated word,
which doesn't come up much in conversation, especially amongst Baptists.
We never heard her say anything other than that. You know, she works
down at... down at St. Smithen's Medical Facility and Pork Sausage
Distillery, got a good-paying job there, although she only does say
those... well that one word. And we have heard her say another thing
once, but that was a long time ago. We were sittin' around the house,
and she looked at me, and she said, "Do you ever go to make a pork
sausage, and find that it's got hairs growin' all over it?", and she
gave me a look that chills me to this day.

Now, one day, Earl took his whole family fishin' down in Miller's Creek.
He took his wife, who could only say "dog-pussy"; he took his son, Earl
Junior, who took the day off from calling "976-" barnyard numbers; and
he took that little... that little ball of fungus daughter, Effie-Sue,
of his along with him. They all got in a little boat and they started
fishing. Now St. Smithen's Medical Facility and Pork Sausage Distillery
has been known to dump their stuff into Miller's Creek. All sorts of
heinous stuff, big barrels floatin' in the creek, with little things on
them that say "St. Smithen's Medical Facility and Pork Sausage
Distillery". Anyway, Earl was fishing, and he caught a wall-eyed bass,
which had twenty-seven eyes on it. It was a twenty-seven-eyed wall-eyed
bass. Earl looked at it, and decided, "Mmmm, wouldn't this be good to
eat!" So he took out his knife to cut it open. But that fish looked up
at him, and it said, "Please, mister! Please, don't eat me!" And Earl
said, "But I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I work on a maggot farm! My wife can
only say 'dog-pussy'! My daughter is a pile of fungus! My son spent all
of his college money calling '976-' numbers! I have to eat you!" And
that fish said, "Please, don't eat me, mister, please!" And he said,
"I have to! I have to!" So the fish said, "Alright then, if you're
gonna cut me open, let me ask you one question: Didja ever go to eat
a pork sausage and find it's got hairs growin' all over it?" And then,
all twenty-seven eyes stared back at Earl, and they stared back at his
wife who could only say "dog-pussy", and they stared back at his weird
"976-" animal-calling son, and they stared back at that... little pile
of pus that passes for Earl's daughter. And they gave them a look! All
twenty-seven eyes gave them a look! A look that they will not forget
until this very day!
Oh, ma