Once upon a Time there was a large man that couldn't sleep because his heart was in A-Fib. This A-Fib is not where your heart tells a lie. It's when your heart beats really fast or is irregular, kinda like bad prison rap music from white guys.
"Flippity flop, flippity flop, flippity bippity zippity.. BOP!!
The "Bop" wasn't the large mans heartbeat. It was a prison snitch being shanked for trying to rap with the Atlantic Drive Compton Crips in order to get information on prison drug running.
Die prison snitch die.
Heavens, I have digressed boys and girls, let's get back to the heart that has A-Fib.
Children, A-Fib can be very dangerous.
Bad bad bad.
If your heartbeat doesn't go back to normal, blood can pool up in your heart and form clots. Clots are blood cells that have clumped together, like your mommys gravy that daddy says looks like oatmeal, making her very angry.
The clots can travel to your brain and jack that sucka bad, causing you to act like a member of Westboro Baptist.
This large man does not like his A-Fib. He doesn't like it at all. When he gets A-Fib he needs to keep calm so his heartbeat will go back to normal but instead gets nervous and starts wondering who will be there to wipe the drool off his chin when he goes all freaky freak.
Drool drool drool.
Well boys and girls, The large mans heart has gone back into sinus rythym now so he can go to bed..
Boom boom..boom boom..boom boom.. BOP!!!
Uh oh. Another snitch bites the dust.
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