How can you sense that brief moment when I pause to eat a few spoonfuls of cereal?
Are your noses turned up to the wind as you eagerly smack your lips, detecting just the faintest whiff of cheerios upon the crisp, Hillsbrad breeze?
Taught buttocks aquiver, do you giggle to yourselves imagining the surprise and shock upon my face as I desperately reach for my keyboard, spilling my hard-earned breakfast upon my be-toweled lap? Only for it all to be naught, as I sadly watch my hitpoints slip away whilst feeling my cheerios slide down betwixt my nethers and my legs, soiling the very seat upon which I sit?
The inquiring mind wants to know.
Sincerely,
Confused and Unaware