Thursday, August 26, 2010
My corn! Oh, my precious corn! Some cruel, horrible, sticky, constipated person burned down my corn. I went over to my field to frolic and get all poopy and corny and stuff… and my corn was DEAD! They burned it! WHY WOULD SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?!?! I fell on the ground in shock when I saw my corn all smoky and dead, and I cradled the first ear I could find in my lap like my poor dead baby. I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't see through all the tears - I didn't wanna see it, either. What kind of monster would hurt my innocent corn? It did nothing but give me pleasure and joy! It never hurt anybody! What kind of PSYCHOPATH would do thiiiiiiiiiisssss?!?! WAAAAAAAAHHH!!!