May 1st, 2008
Inyourendo
There’s something wrong with the way my brain works. It won’t let me censor the stuff that comes out of my mouth, seriously, here are a few verbal ejaculations that I’ve produced recently to prove that I need help:
To the guy in the pizza house: “Yes, I’m sure I can fit a 9 inch in…”
To a mechanic at a tyre changing shop: “I’m not sure, I haven’t had my fluids checked for a while.”
To a passenger in my cab: “Yes that Parkinson fella is a master debater, isn’t he?”
To a lady who commented on my car-seat covers and recommended leather coverings: “Ah you know… it’s all the same on the whole.”
To a friend who grabs her car-keys and asks me: “Are you coming?!”
“No, I have a wedgie. Oh… right… yes.”
To a young lady in my cab who commented on how she liked to see women fighting for male-oriented roles: “Yes, male taxi drivers are a hard bunch to stay on top of, alright…”
(Also on a related note- does anyone know of a good foundation to disguise blushing?)
Tenacious T has memed me with the ‘6 words’ meme again. Here’s a perfect opportunity to stick it in…
Lack of sleep breeds brain farts.
