Has this ever happened to you . . . you walk into a room forsome reason or another . . . to do something or to get something or something andyou totally forget what that somethingwas? Like it never was a thought in youbrain?
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 toomany drugs or some such thing.
But then I realized it wasn’t me! My deteriorating hippocampus and diminishingbrain cells are not to blame for this recurring phenomenon!!
When I came to this conclusion I can tell youthe relief was palpable.
It’s not me! It’saliens! 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 asnack. I have a rumble in my tummy and apurpose when I walk into that room. WhenI get there I’m like . . . “what was I doing?”
What actually happened is that when I got into the kitchenthere were little green men wreaking havoc . . . pilfering my food and ravagingthe cat. All of a sudden two men bust into save the day . . . a struggle ensues and the aliens are vanquished. Before I can utter a word of gratitude one ofthe 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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