I just realized how the song "Gone, Gone, Gone" by Phillip Phillips just sounds like a guy with a stuttering problem trying to tell you his favorite song.
My choir teacher was looking at introductions and she was talking about one of the assignments and said "You guys used some slang that I haven't heard before."
So we said, "What was it?"
And she said "I don't know if this is a bad word or not, but did you guys say 'pissbaby'?"
I'm freaking the FUCK out right now. I don't know what's real anymore. My friends, my family, my teachers, my enemies, my coaches, my video games, my computer, my world. What if its all just a hyper-realistic slice of cake, created by a really good baker?