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Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.
On one occasion I was informed by someone that I was about to be moved in a spinning pattern caused by the world, I am not the instrument possessing the greatest sharpness inside of a toolhouse.
At a certain point in time, an unspecified benefactor had granted me a thesis of metaphorical meaning suggesting that my physical location was to be altered in a manner synonymous to being horizontally repositioned by 360 degrees in a specific direction, I am not considered an object having a usage potential in terms of possessing the smallest possible contact space and highest possible pressure on impact in the building used to store utility items.