You Won't Believe What He Asked Me To Do

I had a friend who was a Muslim. Now, I never had a Muslim friend. I never knew a Muslim. And I was scared of Muslims because when I was 13, I was watching on TV when the Munich Olympics happened and the Jews were murdered. And I'll never forget the sports newscaster with tears in his eyes. They're gone. They're all gone. That affected me so much. His name was Muhammad Reza Josead. His nickname was Farhot. One day he was on parallel bars and he kicked up into a handstand and all of a sudden in the middle of this he went like this. I SAID, "WHAT?" And I don't know why he used my name. He goes, "Frank." And he falls falling off the parallel horse onto a mat. He's not hurt, but he's wiggling around like a crazy worm. He goes, "Frank, HELP ME. HELP ME, FRANK. HELP ME, FRANK." I SAID, "WHAT is it, Farh? What's the matter?" HE GOES, "HELP." I SAID, "What do you want me to do?" HE GOES, "GRAB THE HAIR ON MY LEG AND PULL IT." I SAID, "WHAT? GRAB IT." SO, I TAKE A H of hair and I go and he goes, "Ah, thank you, Frank." AGAIN, thank you. Thank you. What happened? He had a muscle spasm that was totally out of control. He had this technique, if you pull the hair out, it helps. Apparently, it worked for him.