I have a ceiling fan in my dining room, and I hurt myself with it too much. I'll stand next to the table and s-t-r-e-t-c-h my arms up into the air. It feels so good until all of a sudden fan blades are hitting my wrists over and over. Man. You'd think I'd learn...
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please do not go near any helicopters.
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