I had a completely brilliant idea for something to write on here. but unfortunately, I forgot it. This is what I have come up with to replace it. As soon as I remember my original, and EXCELLENT idea, I will put it up here for you peasants to read.
I joke, I joke. You’re not all peasants. Just most of you.
Gather round children, and I will tell you the story that the title alludes to. See, I can use advanced vocabulary. Look how good I am… and stuff
Anyway, I was on a MISSION. This mission involved making tea in the time it took my laptop to load a decent amount of the film I was trying to watch (A Clockwork Orange, if you’re interested), which would take a few minutes because of how TERRIBLE AND SLOW poor Mufasa is.
I made the tea, with style, dignity and GLORY. Plenty of time. So much time, in fact, that I decided to get some sustenance, in case I were to starve to death halfway through a film. That would be truly, truly tragic.
I had my snacks in my hand. All I had to do was get up the stairs, and into my room, where I could watch the film. It was a distance of maybe twenty steps.
On the way up the stairs, I managed to whack my wrist on the banisters, which then forced me to go into the kitchen and almost PASS OUT ON THE TABLE FROM PAIN. Four steps. I went four steps from the kitchen.
I AM SO ACCIDENT PRONE HOW AM I STILL ALIVE
yes, so my wrist was purple and twice the normal size. Now it’s red and slightly larger than normal.
Well, that was
But yeah, I thought it was broken but it’s PROBABLY NOT AND THAT’S GOOD