Today as I sat down at Mustafa Randyhorn Cafe in Israel, I was soon joined by a heavily clothed man. Trying to ignore the 10000+ hairs on his upper lip, I ordered tea. As I sipped on the hot liquid, one word echoed in my head: Calanders. I turned to face the man and saw that he had a glass of iced tea in front of him. ICED tea. Knowing that something was wrong with the frozen water in the glass, I grabbed him and jumped through a glass window, down 5 stories. He only suffered broken ribs and a damaged brain. Oh and he became blind. And deaf. AND mute. As we laid in the hospital bed, an Indian man came in and made me mayor of Israel. Whee.