You know, I just don’t know what to say.
I’m trying my best to think of something witty, and the best I can come up with is a joke about poop. Granted, jokes about poop are pretty funny, but I wouldn’t say they’re ‘witty’.
In fact, I’m feeling kind of weird. It’s a strange, apprehensive feeling that something Bad is going to happen.
I don’t like it.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.