My Inner Monologue Has A Dirty Mind
A co-worker sees me get to my desk:
“Ah, breakfast food, huh?”
What my mind was going to say:
“Yeah, breakfast of champions; nuts and juice.”
What I said in reality (much to my relief):
“Yeah, cashews and Fanta Fruit Punch. Good stuff.”
Either, the nearly one decade of constant teasings for stupid stuff I’ve blurted out has learned me, or I’ve managed to cut it out due to my friend EL being worse than I.
