Talk:The Girl and the Deceitful One/@comment-25464062-20141006001957/@comment-24040907-20141006220412

I wonder if I can get a diagnosis for this thing that’s wrong with my brain. Or maybe it’s my heart? Great Scott, someone enjoys talking to me? Who is it? They should come to the clinic with me; we’ll get our heads examined together. 2 for 1!



The inner child in me is practically identical to me in mental state. He’s the kind of kid who would ask questions like “So, do Humboldts only eat meat, or would they indulge in a peanut-butter n’ banana sandwich from time to time? If the aliens in Independence Day were played by Humboldts, would they be offended if you said ‘Welcome to Earf’ after catching one?” That is a legitimate question I am asking you, friend.



Lean On Me? That’s classic! At the last formal event I attended, I had to dress up in a full suit, which I absolutely loved. I spent the precursor to the night sliding around in my dress shoes humming the Mission Impossible theme song while misquoting James Bond. Is there something about dressing up that awakens the child within all of us?



Behold! The cookie cutter shark!

