As I stood by the sea shore I saw this old chap come cartwheeling, then he did a front flip, then a back flip, then a somersault then grabbing a pole he crossed over to the deck of a 250 footer high yacht. Then he sailed off into the night in the dark! The I heard a yell something like, “ This beauty is my global trotting platform”.
Did that remind you of a footballer in high school?
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