Yo Mom, Stop Crampin' My Style

For the life of me, I could not get comfortable last night. I kept moving around, trying to find that just-right spot, but eventually, I just gave up. I don't think my mom was too happy about it as it was pretty late. But gosh, I need some more room. Maybe I will be sliding out of this joint early after all. It's too cramped for my taste. I need room to breathe. I need... freedom. If you want to know what it's like as a fetus, it feels like this (only without the salt):


Until next time, that's (my very cramped) life thus far.