Everyone has an internal monologue (I know this because I watch Scrubs). Mine is a few shades shy of total madness. Occasionally I find myself walking down the proverbial street silently criticizing everyone I walk past. Things have a tendency to turn to the weird when I have no one else to talk to. Picturing people naked, wondering what they would look like on fire, and imagining them trying to kill me as I run backwards in a vat of M&Ms... I'm pretty sure these are the mentally disturbed beginnings of sociopathy.
For instance: There are two cop cars parked outside my house because they've erected a detour for some reason. Upon seeing this, I was fairly sure they were coming to get me for illegally downloading anime. Reasonably sure. They still might be.
Better flush my hard drive down the toilet.
For instance: There are two cop cars parked outside my house because they've erected a detour for some reason. Upon seeing this, I was fairly sure they were coming to get me for illegally downloading anime. Reasonably sure. They still might be.
Better flush my hard drive down the toilet.
That's a Swiss Roll. Not a turd. I understand, they're easily confused.
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