Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneigh...arggh!

Laying on his back practicing to accomplish his goal, he couldn’t believe he was silly enough to make this bet. While sitting in the Bull’s Head public bar having a cold one, Fred remarked that the overhead fans spun pretty fast. He wondered now, absolutely astonished, what made him say it wasn’t that fast, and he could count the revolutions!

Fred offered a bet, he (stupidly) took him up on it, and Fred set it up with the barman for next Friday at that bar.

Now, back to practice: onetwothreefourfive ~ click ~ chhk ~ what the??? Aaargghh...

No bet now.