The fat kid from Gibraltar handed me a half eaten churro. I watched as he waddled down the street and did one of those little heel click jumps that you see in old movies and shit.
I was having weird dreams again...
Sometimes I will wake up in the middle of the night with my body contorted in strange positions. Last night I was doing the splits, my hands raised to the heavens with a giant grin across my face like some demented Mary Lou Retton impressionist.
Sandy walked in and woke me up. We both wept tears of joy as the pins and needles faded from my legs, and my eyes took on their full color.
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