His name was Kirin

He did not see me hiding

I cannoned his ass

That was a haiku, in case you weren’t clever enough to figure it out. I’m very artsy like that; one time I had a poem published in a paper, which at least one person read.

But there’s a higher purpose here, to this post. I want to say I’m sorry: I’m sorry to Kirin for cheesing you, especially after I ranted about said cheese not long ago. To be fair though, it was your fault. You didn’t even look what I was up to in that corner; you didn’t care. I wasn’t even intending on doing it but you left me no choice. Now you’ve lost your dignity, and I won’t give it back.