My name is Yogurt Vonnegut, and I write with a spoon.

“I stood under the umbrella for hours before I folded it up and started walking.…”

“Not only am I not my dad’s favorite child—I’m his only child.”

“I don’t have a motorcycle, but I do have a picture of a motorcycle helmet. And …”

“Bricks could be used to feed the homeless. But why not use those bricks to buil…”