I was talking with my friend in a parking lot where there was this big group of idiots bumping their music out of their cars and sideshowing all hyphy. I was getting annoyed, so I said, "Wait here, I'm going to go kick these guys asses." My friend got nervous and said, "Please don't, I saw at least one of them had a gun, I think they all do." I replied, "Well, this is a dream, right? I don't think it will matter if I get shot."
She argued with me, and I started to doubt whether it was a dream or not. To check, I held my hand up and ripped my little finger backwards until I heard and felt it crack and snap. It popped right back into place a second later. My friend was amazed and wanted to try also. We took turns tearing off my fingers one by one and watching them grow back.
Good thing it was a dream.
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