the second best feeling in the whole world is when a girl runs her fingers through your hair. the best feeling is definitely besting a foe in a test of swordsmanship. he was careless, a lunge too far, an opening for my blade. you were formidable but never stood a chance
playing chess with old guys at the park and insisting I'm allowed to use my turn to make no move. They get incredibly upset and I show them my doctored rule book that also says bishops can flip to a mirror position across the boards central axis when only 3 pawns are left in play