My friend gave me one of those giant peppermint sticks big enough to bludgeon someone to death with. I decided to start working on it in the middle of the night, in the middle of finals, and I am trying to be mature about it, but it isn't happening. So I finally put it down during a fit of laughter and told my roommate I just can't do this right now. She replied with "it is too late and to falate a candy cane."
We are both quite sure that this is what going mad feels like.
