who's dat?

food is on the way. how am i responding? um, i usually ask questions because i don't know the answer.

what might i tip tippity tap out next. ext.

tension 3884

so, you, me i mean, moron, your leg is calling, shift position. 'but to which one,' i cry. 'it won't let me alone.'

actually, i'm feeling rather fine. but not in a 'just dandy' way.

i'm almost out of it enough to almost tell customers that have borrowed the tape measurer and a pen to just go ahead and leave it right where they use it so they aren't inconvenienced with having to bring it back. i almost don't know what i am doing.

wow, how do i get through stuff like this