A panda walks into a cafe. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves.
Now, I'm not perfect (Shocker), but I like to think that I try. I try to have good grammar. The majority of my mistakes can be accredited to my terrible typing abilities. I make mistakes, but I try and I learn. Just try.
Well, I'm in a bad mood. I'm sick (as I ranted about in my last entry) and I'm pretty sure I've lost about ten pounds in mucus alone. I think tomorrow will be better.