I can’t use my fingers or pucker to whistle, but I flatter myself that I can do a sweet whistle when I cup my hands and blow. (what is that style called?)
Oh, way to bring us down! I bet you stand right at the bottom of the wheelchair ramp telling the handicapped kids they could get up out of the chair and walk if only they believed in themselves, don’t you? You go folllowing short people around telling them they could be tall if only they had more faith, don’t you? Don’t you?!? Admit it! We know your type. Poopie head. 