I am the ULTIMATE sumo!
Last night the sumo farted. No joke. He let one rip. Then he died. So hilarious, but then so sad. I never quite understood why Hilary gave me a talking/singing/spinning/dancing sumo wrestler for Christmas freshman year, but he proved to be quite the entertainer over the years. We would change his battery if we could find it. We took him apart last weekend but no such luck.