Good pumping, forum dwellers, I'll be writing from this idiot's account, as i can't create my own. My name is Pippa and I'm a bike pump. I don't know where i came from, or why am i even able to type. I have become sentient this week, when my owner had some kind of an acid trip, he dipped me into the said acid and here you have it, a sentient bike pump. Sometimes, i'll be writing my diaries here, well, at least one or two entries every week, just to show how 'inflated' can a life of a bike pump be. My owner is a rather.... peculiar person, to put it mildly. But i can keep him at bay, simply by making "snyffing" noises, he seems to be afraid of them... i wonder why... Here's a photo of me and a bucket of grinded carrots:
