ding!

[spirallingshape]

nobody is writing limericks, you are all rotten, rotten to the core, like apples that are all shiny on the outside, but when you bite into them a rich gooey mess of offness oozes into your mouth, and you turn and cough your mouthful into the nearest receptacle. am i being too harsh? i think not.

ps you are still my friends, right? ..... right?