Nobody reads the rules.
That's the saddest part..... I never learned to read.
My mom types what I say. I can't even check to see if what she is typing is actually what I'm saying. All the letters just look like squiggly lines to me. Justin Bieber has great hair. My Honda Civic gets great gas mileage. There is a buy two get one free sale on frozen corn at the grocery store. knit one purl two. Did I turn off the oven? I think I'll color my hair. Do these pants make my bottom look big? Blah blah blah something about tort.... Blah blah blah Jerkweasle... Blah blah blah flats.... Blah blah blah Fendre..... I wish my son would get a job. He hasn't paid me rent in a decade.
Sorry for being so wordy but this is how I really feel. I'd like to give a big thanks to my mom for typing this for me.