“HELLO?! It’s dry in here!” My brain screamed at the top of its . . . whatever it has to scream at the top of with.
“’Sup?” I asked.
“Dude, we got nothin’.”
“What do you mean, nothin‘?”
“Seriously? I’m your brain and you are asking me what that means?” It asked. It sounded ticked.
I waited a moment, gathering my thoughts.
“Dude, I’m your brain, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I mean we have no more ideas up here. You need to get your butt in gear and stimulate us somehow,” it said.
“Okay,” I said. “You got any ideas?”
“You are a freakin’ froo froo. I just told you we’re dried up and you ask if I have any ideas.”
“Oh yeah. Okay . . . wait, then how am I supposed to come up with something if you have no ideas for me to come up…
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