Has this ever happened to you . . . you walk into a room for
some reason or another . . . to do something or to get something or something and
you totally forget what that something
was? Like it never was a thought in you
brain?
Yeah, it happens to me all the time.
For the longest time I thought it was me. You know, like I’m getting older or did too
many drugs or some such thing.
But then I realized it wasn’t me! My deteriorating hippocampus and diminishing
brain cells are not to blame for this recurring phenomenon!!
When I came to this conclusion I can tell you
the relief was palpable.
It’s not me! It’s
aliens! Seriously! It’s the only thing that makes sense.
You see . . . this is how it is. Let’s say that I walk into the kitchen for a
snack. I have a rumble in my tummy and a
purpose when I walk into that room. When
I get there I’m like . . . “what was I doing?”
What actually happened is that when I got into the kitchen
there were little green men wreaking havoc . . . pilfering my food and ravaging
the cat. All of a sudden two men bust in
to save the day . . . a struggle ensues and the aliens are vanquished. Before I can utter a word of gratitude one of
the men whips out a flashy thingy and neuralyzes my brain.
This also explains why my kitchen is so messy.
Fill a shot glass halfway with peach schnapps.
Gently pour Bailey's Irish Cream on top.
After the shot is almost full, carefully add a small amount of blue curacao.
After it settles, add a small splash (or a few drops) of grenadine syrup.
Here's how I did it . . .
Jay: Did you ever flashy-thing me?
Kay: No.
Jay: I ain't playing with you, K. Did you ever flashy-thing me?
Kay: No.
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