But no. I had to watch educational TV while waiting to learn to read and write. The Friendly Giant taught me the value of the bassoon in an orchestra while Sesame Street showed me that if you walked down the stars with 10 Coconut Cream pies that you will wipe out. How does that help me in a school yard fight? Never once did Grover teach me the spinning heel kick.
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And then, to add insult to injury, your Mom didn't enrol you in Ukrainian Dance either. You got royally screwgied, my friend.
I am amazing I made it to fifty. How the hell did that happen with my third world upbringing. I could have been a DANCER. I could have been a SHUMKA DANCER.
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