I talk to myself sometimes, and by sometimes I basically mean all the time that I'm alone. Although, obviously, I'm just talking to Kini the whole time, whether or not she's in the room...ahem.
Yesterday I uttered the following brilliant lines:
"Why is my cardigan in the wok?"
I'm still not actually sure why my cardigan was in the wok.
"Oh! It's a potato! I thought it was a really hard grape!"
I don't know how I came to possess such a tiny, green potato.
For the record, I say some weird shit even when I'm not just talking to myself.
I think my friends could happily vouch for that.
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