My mom calls tonight and leaves the following message:
"Hi, it´s your mother. I was going through my index cards tonight -- you know the ones I pass out to students on the first day of class to find out their name, major, that stuff. Listen to this. This one guy writes, in response to 'What is something unique about you?' He writes, 'I can stick one dollar and forty cents up my nose -- two quarters and two dimes in each nostril.'"
My first thought is, WHEN CAN I MEET HIM?!?
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