Following her triumph with the kickboard, Crisana was relaxing poolside with her apparent future husband, Michael. He and the other children were wrapped in towels enjoying a snack. Crisana, the dainty fragile flower she is, began to shiver. She looked around and commented loudly, “I sure am cold! I need a towel!”
She then turns to Michael and orders, “GO GET ME ONE!”
“As you wish, my dear darling princess.” Learn those words now, Michael m’boy, and save yourself a lot of trouble. Either that, or “Run, Forrest, Run.”
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