12.13.03 @ 1:04 P.M.
Morning Conversation
A conversation I had this morning:
Me:Ahhh. Man, what time is it? What day is it? Who's the president?
Voice in my head:
6:00 A.M.
Saturday
George W.Bush
Me:Oh CRAP. I'm going back to sleep.
Voice in my head:You can't. You have to go to the bathroom, in case you haven't noticed.
Me:Alright, listen you smug son of a bitch. When I'm done emptying the bladder, I'm sticking an ice pick up my nose and putting you to rest for good.
I hate that voice in my head. What a punk. And I would've done the ice pick thing, too...if he wasn't my only friend. *sniff*
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