Mmmmmm.

"So, what you doing right now?"

"Eating."

"I see. What you eating?"

"The middle toe on my right foot."

"Um... Okay... Why?"

"It was being bad."

"How was it being bad?"

"I don't know, it just was. It's only my right foot, it's not like it's important or anything."

"Oh. Um... Well... I have to go now. Goodbye."

That was an msn conversation with a friend a few days ago. It has slipped my mind as to who the person was, but I'll try to get back to you on that. I didn't actually eat my toes by the way; I'm not the flexible.