There is a reason for my shtik. And here it is. When I was just 3 years old, we took a family trip to Florida. And one of the highlights of that trip, besides being buried in sand on the beach by my father, was going to see this guy wrestle the alligators. And do you see that warning? It says: "DO NOT SIT ON WALL." My father sat me on that wall for a better view and I fell in there! The alligator broke free and ran in my direction and I was almost toast. That guy had to wrestle that alligator off my little teddy bear, which was probably his dessert. I never fully recovered from that trauma.
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