Random thoughts that enter my brain.
I'm at work, busy, busy, typing and working and stuff.
My Brain: Heh, heh, remember that scene in Animal House? Where John Belushi is looking through the window and spying on the sorority girls? Then he falls backward from the ladder onto the lawn?
I start laughing. Out loud.
Co-worker: What's so funny?
My Brain: Thank you, sir! May I have another? That boy is a P - I - G, pig! Your name is Flounder. Why Flouder? Why not? Double secret probation. Fat, lazy and stupid is no way to go through life.
Me: Shut up, stupid brain! I'm trying to work! Why must you insist on a running commentary of classic one liners from one of the greatest movies ever made?
My Brain: Fuck you, Jobu! I do it myself! Willie Mays Hays. You may run like Mays, but you hit like shit!
Me: Oh, NOW your going to quote Major League? What is wrong with you?
My Brain: Hats for bats. Hats keep bats warm. Gracias.
Me: Sometimes I hate you.