"Give him these," I hand Julius his own socks. I hold them up with tweezers with a sickening look upon my pimple palace. Julius holds up the socks to Iggy's nose. "I can't smell it!" he shouts. Iggy has lost his sense of smell.
Meanwhile, I go online to see if anyone has ever lost 3/5 senses and sure enough, Iggy was the only one.
I come across this guy named Malcolm Crowe who has SIX senses and became a professional doctor for people with only four senses. Apparently, everyone knows about Malcolm Crowe and he has his own talk show Sensing with Crowe.
"Do you know Malcolm Crowe?" I ask. Julius is reading How to Communicate with Your Helen Keller-Type Friend. "Yeah, he started in his own movie The Sixth Sense," Julius replies still looking at his book.
I go online and email Malcolm about Iggy.
To: yoursixthsensebae@gmail.com
From: jashewshipperdemigod46@yahoo.com
Subject: my friend gotz 3 sencez
yo malcolm,
i lukd u up on da internet & sawz u wur famus & kewl. well my friend iggy is kewlr. j sayin. hez got only 3 sencez. he cant here c or smell. so if u wanna meat some1 kewlr than u then u shood meat iggy blyndboi, add dress b-low.
sinserlee cashew b harrisburg
p.s. sinserlee wood b a kewt name
updated January 6 2014
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