Because that's how hip I am. Up with the young kids. Jillin' wit' mah homes.
You know, sometimes that little voice in my head actually gives me advice. And sometimes I take it. Like, 'Crystal, don't say that, it's tactless.' Okay, mind, you raise a vaild point. Some people, though happy to be reminded about the usefulness of feet, may not want to buy shoes after a major traumatic event in their lives.
'Crystal, if you eat any more you will be sick. I promise you that much.' Wow, mind, you've really outdone yourself here, but I'll take your advice. We all know it's not fun to be sick.
And that's about all. It won't every happen when I let slip to a stranger the last time I washed my hair. It won't come up when I've started to dance my way home from the bus-stop to Hall & Oates past a whole bunch of footballers. And it most definately will not say anything when I'm on my way to close the gate in only my underwear.
Yeah, good one, mind. (you jerk)
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