there was this young boy, i mean is. that was a writo, will you forgive me? he broke his arm, maybe even a fractured leg. and when luna said hi and bye, daddy took the buzzsaw out. He woke his offspring, looked down at him, straight in the eye, and said, “son, today your cast and walls of itchyness will break free forever, with your arm in peace.”. Daddy tokk his misuderstodd burden to the diamond blade, all thanks to Home Depot. Proceeded the quest of being a dumbass and started between the thumb and index finger. oops. ouch. omg the floor is all wet now. a rush to the e.r., a conclusion of devastation, half an index finger, no thumb, and 17 metal bars in his arm. thank you dad. i knew you tried your best, and i forgive you for that. let god rest upon our dinner table, killing all awkwardness from the news to family. tonight is meatloaf night.