I 've done a lot of unusual things in my two decades on this planet, but today I had the privilege of being hand fed a muffin. It made me feel like this:
I had been painting my soon-to-be room, and was washing out the brush and pan,
thereby rendering my extremities unusable.
Out of nowhere, my sister appeared, holding a glorious morsel of pumpkin-y goodness.
For a moment, I was at a loss. How could I get this goodness inside me??
Whilst still washing out that dratted paint brush, I just took a bite.
And it was everything I dreamed (in the last .4 seconds) it would be.
This is what I felt like on the inside :
You might think there's more to the story, but no.... there's not.
This is the end.