in my dreams last night, i was totally lucky. how? well, i was an olympic caliber athlete in the long jump (but, you know, with a pole vaulting stick*) :
i was doing really well, too, until i left my giant stick in the locker room and didn't have time to go back for it. so close to taking home the gold medal, and i blew it. sorry for letting you down, america.
*as you can see, in my waking life, i am not an olympic anything, even knower of basic track equipment....
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