“Who in thunder are you, stranger?”
But enough about me. I am getting a bit worn out starting so many sentences with the word I.
Me is sick of me.
We is tired of seeing we so much.
Us needs a new word to use so us can write something that us isn’t ashamed of seeing what us wrote.
He thinks the rest of the world is becoming bored hearing he ramble too.
Once upon a time a boy sat down at a typewriter. The boy sat for a while and stared glumly at the blank platen as he thought,
“If only I had some paper to write on. Someday, the world won’t depend on paper any longer, and then I won’t feel so glum.”