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I talk to myself a lot. Especially while at work.
We have a drive-cam in the truck that's set off by g-force (sudden stops, tight turns, hitting potholes and driveways really hard, etc), and there are more than a few 20-second clips of me chattering to myself about things.
Like Sushi, I'm not so much conversing with myself so much as I'm simply thinking out loud.
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Captain Planet is gey.
Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Heart???
These forces are supposed to combine to create Captain Planet?
Bullshit.
Those forces combine to create a soaking, boiling mudstorm on Valentine's Day.
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