I went home in a pillow case.
No, let me explain:
I was born on July 13, 1981, but this was not the day I was supposed to come into this world. I was predestined to be born the next day July 14, 1981, a day which would have made my father very proud, Bastille Day. But no, like I said, I was born the day before . . . and why, you may ask . . . because my doctor wanted to play golf. That's right, golf!!! He thought walking around a giant field, trying to knock his ball into a tiny little hole while avoiding bushes and water traps, would be more entertaining than bringing me into this world. The nerve, imagine if I wasn't ready yet. What if I hadn't completely developed. He jeopardized my enti
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