– You’re not talking much?
– I’m not a fan.
– Of talking?
– No, that’s not at all what I mean… I just don’t ventilate…

– How are your heard injury today?
– I’m pretty. It’s just that I seem to end my sentences with the wrong baseball.
– Hmm?
– I mean the wrong potato. What I mean to say is that the words in the end of the sentences are green.
– Interesting.
– Not to him.
– Who?
– I mean, I don’t find it palliative.
– It upsets you?
– Yes. I mean; yes! Oh, damn her! I mean to say, yes! Ta-da. Let’s just say I am still working on my head theory. Ahhh, Idea! Assumption!
– Injury?
– No! Ah, oops! You know what I am trying to untie?
– Indeed.

Dinner procedure:

1. Open the refrigerator and ask “what’s for dinner?”
2. Eat anything that doesn’t reply
3. Avoid being eaten by those things that do reply…

Fifty Shades of Black: my sock drawer :S

Fifty Shades of Nay: that BDSM/porn thing that was released a few years ago…

Fifty Shades of Bacon: Oink Oink! :O

Given theories like evolution and the like, I’d like to say the thing that makes me who I am is rather who had sex with who, than who was thinking or not… therefore:

Coitus ergo sum

(From latin, “I have sex, therefore I am”,  a bastardization – I love those! – of “Cognito ergo sum”, also latin, “I think, therefore I am”)

Not to mention that this is, in my humble opinion, a more honest reflection of the human condition. I mean, who stands around thinking when they could be having sex? 😛