I ripped my favorite shirt a long time ago, and so I wear it as a sleep shirt, but when I do jazz, the ripped sleeves get in the way, and the holes in the elbows were really big, it was basically a shorter sleeve wit a lot of extra cloth. So, my mom took a knife, and cut it off.

Now my pajama pants are ripped, and I'm depressed.

If only my body was ripped.

Ha, ha, lame pun attempts.

           -Matsukitty