I never seen anything paranormal or supernatural or nothing, but I have seen an angel. I’ve always considered myself an atheist, but this made me a believer. A few years ago, I was in Clearwater, Florida, playing some pirate-themed putt-putt with the posse, when the most divinely donked nalgótica did descend. I was nearing the end of the course and she was at the beginning. How prophetic, right? There were no inscriptions inked upon her perfect, sacred, skin, like the most succulent Reese's peanut butter cup, wrapper included, you ever seen - thanks Reese's for the sponsor. But she did have wings, at least from what I could see. One on each side, not of feathers, but of an angelic alloy stronger than steel. She was hauling the most heavy heavenly host behind her like a concrete chariot. The day blistered on and my circling of the course was coming to a close. “Sí, Papi. Sí, Papi” she spake unto her corporeal compatriot. I swear to God she actually said it. As she faded from view like a flickering flame when smothered and deprived of all oxygen. Her voice still echoes eternally in my earthly chest. But anyways, yeah, we had to leave after that, and I never saw her again