Everyone's going on about stammers recently, mainly because it has been shown that someone as attractive as Colin Firth can pretend to have one. I'm not sure if I've ever told you this, internet, but I had a stammer. It still comes back every now and then but I pretty much grew out of it. Unless of course, stammers can be cured by playing with Duplo, seeing as that's all I remember doing at my speech therapy things.
Yes, that's right, more specifically the Duplo farm with haystack conveyor belt. I'm not sure there is a point to this post at all really, but if there is, it's that stammers are something that some people have and that most people who have them stop having. It's not a very good point for a blog post, but hey, fuck you (do I swear in this blog? I forget) it's my fucking blog... I swear on twitter a lot, the main reason I've blocked my mother on my twitter. But I digress... a lot. Shall we start a new paragraph and see if we can't get this bitch back on track?
So yeah, my stammer. It was many, many years ago, before I could speak well enough to keep up with my brain. So I simply became stupid. If you cannot speak any faster, slow down your brain. I'd have been bullied or something but I've never been a very good bullyee. I tend not to notice.
So in all, I think I've concluded that the solution to bullying is to be slightly unhinged. It may result in you getting bullied even more but hey, what do you care, squirrels can climb pebbledash.
I let this all get away from me.
This is why things shouldn't be this way.
