My dreams of being a professional Paper, Rock, Scissors Champ went up in smoke today while I was practicing with the neighbor kids in the stairwell. The agony of defeat was realized when I went zero for five.
Instead of going home to cry (which I did later) I dazzled them by whistling a tune. They can’t whistle and I refused to show them because I figure they could learn to be a little more humble.
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Okay, that made me spit out my soda. You're too funny.
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