Let’s not talk about how I swapped bodies with a woman. I’ll just tell you that it wasn’t malicious, and it wasn’t my fault. As you might imagine, the woman did want her body back -- but I didn’t exactly want to give it back either.
So I made a deal.
If I could stay on the mechanical bull for thirty seconds, I could keep her body. She didn’t want to agree to this, but I was the one in control of her body, and the deal was the only way to get me out of it.
Once I got, you’d better believe I held on for dear life. It felt like I was on forever before I was finally tossed. But my actual time? 30.02 seconds.
She demanded I give it back anyway, but I told her a deal is a deal. Did I feel bad about taking her body? Sure. But I also feel like I earned it fair and square.
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