I cut my finger today.
Pulled it through a staple in art class.
It burns like the fires of hell.
I'm not sure where I went, so I can't tell you, and as I don't really do much c'ept art anymore I've nothing to tell.
Who's hungry?- I'm so hungry, but alas, the kitchen is downstairs, and I am not, so that's the end of that.
Actually, am I hungry or do I want to eat? we'll never know.