Last night, I had a shock. I was talking to my friend's fiance and he told me he'd always fancied playing golf, but couldn't indulge because he wasn't physically capable. Confused, I waited with baited breath to discover what terrible yet apparently very subtle disablement he was suffering from that meant he couldn't swing a golf club. As if to explain everything, he picked up a pen and signed his name for me... When I looked at him in confusion, he explained - "I'm left handed".
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