Okedokey, what I just did may seem strange to you but, it is my way. So deal with it.
I was sitting down reading Johnny The Homicidal Maniac and I had two strange urges, the first to write something and the second to make (or more, eat.) waffles. I ignored my random waffle craving and decided on writing a poem, only one problem, I had no inspiration, so I turned to my trusty muse, rain, I went outside to my little paved area and stood in the rain for about twenty minutes, until my Grandfather came out to see where I was, when he asked what the hell I was doing I replied with the best response. "I'm being inspired, writing in my head, letting my creative juices flow..."
Now I'm back inside I am about to write my little poem and post it later.
I'm not insane! SQUISHY HAM!!!!! (sorry Milsy, I had to use that one)
I still hate television.
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