Have you ever thought about the phrase ‘agree to disagree’? Like ‘ok, let’s agree to disagree’. I can’t remember my line of argument anymore.
But well, I disagree with agreeing.
Think I’m just sprouting rubbish. I’m not thinking straight today. (Some people will argue that I almost never think straight anyway, in the sense that I come up with quite a number of sexual innuendos. But no, not that kind of crooked.) How can I think straight when I can see my cap everywhere I look? I feel like a suspicious, perverted man. I miss my irritating hair that’s all over my face and giving me a lazy eye.
Here’s an example of my defective brain patterns today:
THE REASON THAT PEOPLE ARE DYING OF CARBON MONOXIDE POISONING
tagline for a family MPV (I hope you’re able to make the mental leaps.)