I'm not sure what is happening. I'm reminded of lettuce but can't seem to make the terrace melt.
I'm cripplingly obese that is why I don't groom.

People seem to like the positive things about me but yet they always hate the negative things about me.

Anvils, books to drink, synthetic cornbread, giving savage beatings with baseball bats, pie & Piemerica

I like to fill in awkward silences. Still awkward but no silence.

Being savagely beaten with a baseball bat & eating in the dark (i've not tired it but it seems like a dumb idea)

Oh & also people stealing my identity like this guy ^