Just Go!
I don’t have a stop sign between my brain and mouth. Whatever I think kind of falls right out of my head and lands on the floor in front of me.
The poor little six legged brain trust sits there spinning in circles until it finds its prey. Then it takes off with lightening speed and hits the poor sucker of choice dead in the face with whatever my mind has cooked up this time. I really do try to control the critter once it clears my mouth since there is no hope of slowing it down before it gets loose, but there’s just no stopping the slimy little thing. I jump on the floor trying to grab the little booger, but I can’t get a hold on it because it’s as slippery as hot snot shot out of a nose into a paper towel.
The way I see it, whatever I have to say definitely sticks with the person I’m talking to for a while because it takes time to get all of that slime washed off. You should see some of the dry cleaning bills I’ve been handed. But it’s totally worth it.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? Can you control your mouth? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments below.
