I had then come to the realization that I just named my right one Bob when I had previously named the left one Robert. Those two being basicly the same name, you can probably tell what king of shit I had to go through when filling out that report.
I hate making cookies, because when I make them someone always comes and shuffs them up that little slit on their penis and then runs around screaming in pain. and then I get a headache and decides to break his legs and to cut off his penis and then throw him in the drain. and after that I'm always so tired I need to sleep, and I always wake up in the cellar with a new bunch of cookies in my hand, and then everything starts over -.-