Today I learned something: When I'm hungry I'm elegant and formal.
So I was starving, and then my mom ordered pizza, and here was the story.
"Mother, thy pizza is in our presence." When it was at the table, I grabbed a fork and a napkin, my mom gave me my milk, and I said, " I couldn't possibly thank you enough for thy milk and food, mother. I shall dine now! " and grabbed my fork, cut the pizza into bits, and put them into my mouth. I grabbed my cup, held my pinkie up, and swallowed a bit. I put my napkin to my face and asked my brother, "How is thy pizza, what does it taste of?" and he was like " It was good in my BELLY" or something like that and I was like, "Er.. Yes, good." and I continued politely ate my pizza. After I was full, I drank soda and listened to TØP and ID!
