Cork on the Fork

I had been sitting, legs-crossed, laying down on my bed.

I grew weary of sitting.

I had the urge to make Chex Muddy Buddies.

I jump to my feet.

I get dropped like a sack of bricks under my own weight.

I realize my right leg was asleep.

I break into insane laughter.

I make Chex Muddy Buddies.

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