Yesterday at work, I got stuck on my sandwich. Actually, the sandwich went down fine, it was the four bites of cheesecake I had afterword that got stuck. Who gets stuck and slimes with no fill? Me. Crazy. Maybe that is my lesson for daring to eat cheesecake. Maybe my band would be nicer to me if I gave her a name rather than refer to her as the beeyotch all the time. There's your mission: name my band.