Last night, we went to a Halloween party. Of course, I intended to go as Dorothy Hamill. But, when reality set in, the costume had to be scaled back to "generic figure skater". I even ran out of time to make myself a gold medal.
Fortunately, The Devil showed up at the party, and by gum, he had a medal around his neck. It didn't take long for us to strike a deal: my soul for Olympic gold. Soon, I was trotting around with my medal.
But deals with the devil have a way of not going as planned. "Gold in 2014, right?" I asked him the next time I saw him.
"No, 2012 Summer Games."
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