Come on, you is so crazy, girlfriend. Whatchoo talkin' bout Willis? WHY in the world would anyone want tumors to form in my noodle? That's just plain ole silly. I mean, certainly the cell guys (aren't their commercials CUTE? So much fun, oh wow) don't want me to transform into a mindless drone, someone unable to think, someone who accepts whatever is told them. That's bad sci fi, dude, move on, I'm expecting Girl Scout Cookies any moment, and I LOVE diet soda. Huh, what were we just talking about?
So your memory might degrade a tad, who needs to remember anything? I can't figure out the plot of "Lost?" So what, nobody can. But don't you love how they keep you going?
Oh yeah, tumors, diet soda and all the chewing gums and cell phones, all that healthy new age sweetener, it's sweet, and sweet is good, right?
Religion is rising too, isn't it? I can even text prayer requests over my cell phone, that's a good thing, isn't it? Shouldn't we go back to the good old days, when religion told us what is
