I talk to myself while driving
sometimes. occasionally often. Today I had full- out conversations with myself. Enjoy.
“To-the-bank, to-the-bank, to-the-bank. Toooo the BAAAAAAAAANK!”
*after a police car passes by, strikes up imaginary conversation* “What? Of course I wasn’t talking to myself officer. Haha…. I was, uh…. bluetooth! Yeah people still have bluetooth, right?”
“To the bank? To the bank! To-the-bank, to-the-bank, to-the-baaaaaank!”
*neh, neh, neh, Well you can suck my dick! Ugh, I hate when people get all senstive about that like, ‘Oh, I didn’t know you had a-‘ IT’S METAPHORICAL BITCH!”
*lady drops her cigarette in the middle of the street^ “Oh nice lady, real nice. Couldn’t go the extra 10 feet to the trash can- ash tray …thingy… they still have those right?”