I assume the reason that there is no conversation in this room is because your mouths are all engaged in chewing on my chicken salad, and your hands are occupied in moving your sandwiches to and from your mouths. Or perhaps you strained the tendons in your fingers as a result of excess masturbation and are thus presently unable to type.
Saw 12th Night tonight. Not one of my favourite plays. In fact, one of my least favorite. I find it tedious. This production was pretty good, though. Lots of physical comedy. Nearly wet myself at one point.
(Notice that I retain my ability to type.)
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