Palm's spaghetti, knees weak, arm's spaghetti there's spaghetti on his spaghetti already, mom's spaghetti he's nervous, but on the surface he looks calms spaghetti to drop bombs, but he keeps on spaghetting...

I'm weird aren't I?
Well, I love writing.
And books.
And video games.
And boobs? (Is that socially acceptable to broadcast?

Yeah, boobs.

By the way, my name is Caleb :3