There's no road from the kitchen to the bedroom.
me, to other drivers on the road "What are you doing, idiot " me, to myself, in all other situations
Because I wore the wrong sock that day.
No seriously, how did I get here. This isn't my car.
Because they were trained.
Well, the mess is the same but the annoying jabbering stops.
There were microwaves. Sorry I was drunk making popcorn.
A moo-slim
thieves..
Bedlam
