Corn on the cob. I ate it everyday, for every meal, and I never, EVER, ate anything else. So here I was, cutting corn off the cob and placing it beautifully on a plate. I grab the plate and begin walking to the table. A loss of my footing results in me falling. I managed to save the plate, but my corn rolled off. My feet, they were always interrupting my corn life. I had had enough. I am the corn whisperer, and my dear corn has fallen. I don't have to put up with this anymore. Sobbing over the loss of my corn, I stand up and grab the knife that I used to cut my corn and began sawing my feet off. "I will never allow this to happen again." I whisper to my corn.
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The Corn Whisperer
Humor[I stand up and grab the knife that I used to cut my corn. "I will never allow this to happen again." I whisper...]
