Well, I feel priviliged to have such revelations here. I wonder why it is that you've bumped into lamposts so often? Are you clumsy in general, or is it just lamposts you have trouble with?
Ok. Here goes: When I was six or seven (or possibly three) I walked into a lampost and it hurt so much that I cried. I walked into a lampost again at the age of eleven, this time I was more surprised than hurt. And finally I walked into another lampost at the ripe old age of 13, and by then I was so used to walking into lamposts that I just shrugged it off. The funny thing is, It was a different lampost every time.
I want to know all your deepest an darkest secrets.
(You're supposed to ask me what you want to know now.)
An thats exactly what I was hoping for. Great.
That is exactly what I was hoping for! Now I will tell you anything you wish to know.
Will this do? :rock:
I would like a rock, please. Not too small, not too large.
Oh, well then what do I have to do to prove myself?
You have to prove yourself to me before you get to know any of the good stuff!