Hello, my name is Dirty. I am a dirt block. Being a dirt block is quite boring actually, you just sit there, unable to move around and wait until someone digs you up. Being dug up is quite painful actually, but its much better being carried around in someone's inventory with 63 other dirt blocks in a stack than sitting around outside where it is cold and where everyone and everything stomps all over you. But the worst thing about being a dirt block is all the hate that minecraftians give you. They say we are stupid when we are standing underneath them stopping them from falling down into lava! And dirt houses are not lame. They are very useful and the only reasons creepers blow up our fantastic dirt houses is because they feel sorry for us and want to kill the person who has been treating us with disrespect and forcing us to shelter them. When the creepers blow up, they accidentally blow us up as well but when you are not looking, they are caring and loving to us unlike minecraftian people are.
This is the story of the life of a dirt block. Now you know how we feel.
This is Dirty the dirt block, signing out.
Goodbye.