I stood on the rickety ladder for hours while I listened to Hubert grunt directions to me. To the left a smidge, down down down, too much, go back up, little more, now go right. Finally, he said it was perfect. With a sigh of relief I climbed down the ladder, looked up, saw they were crooked by a mile, chopped off his head and stuck it on a pole. So the next time you are at Disneyland, stop by the Tiki Room and say hello to Hubert. Just don't ask him for directions even if he's dying to give them.
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