Apparently, I can balance shit on my head. Not just any shit...I can balance a cane on my head while doing weird things with my stomach.
Who knows when this might come in handy? Maybe at the School for the Blind - although they probably wouldn't appreciate the finer nuances of my stomach rolls. Perhaps at the old folks home - although if I can still do weird crap with my stomach when I'm in an old folks home, I'll be the most popular chica there. I won't even need a cane!
Maybe I should just try to branch out and balance other stuff on my head - like a ketchup bottle, bread basket or maybe a lit candle. If you hear about me on the news, you'll know it didn't work!
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