Brain Fart

My name is Tink, and I'm a Blogaholic. Unfortunately, I seem to be running a little low on coherent thought provoking topics this morning. So you're going to have to deal with whatever I dig out of my mushy head. Expect a lot of lint.

5 Minutes Of Random Thoughts:
Start. You know that rhyme about the old woman who lived in a shoe? Where the hell did they find a shoe that big? Was it a giant's shoe? Were they the size of ants? Wouldn't it smell?! I wish we had taste buds in our nose. That way when I laugh so hard coffee comes out, I'd at least be able to enjoy it. But then you'd have to taste boogers. There I go with the boogers again. I don't have an inner child. I have inner children. They're like freaky little midget personalities that scream for me to say things like, "Poop" and then giggle obscenely. Poop. Hehehe. I once heard that "S" shaped poop is the healthiest. It's hard enough to get a regular system going without having to shit out letters. Do "As" and "Qs" count as double? "Hold on honey, I'm working on an 'H' in here!" Hoop would definitely be impressed. End.

Random Insults:
1. You're so old, you have memories in black and white.
2. You're so ugly, you have to sneak up on your mirror.
3. You're so fat, when you asked your Mom for rollerskates, she took you to a car dealership.
4. You're so poor, when I went to use your bathroom a rat tripped me and a cockroach took my wallet.

Random Disease I Would Mind Having: Unlike my post on Synesthesia, Cotard's Syndrome is not a disorder that I would like to have. People suffering from this syndrome think they are the walking dead. Fucking ZOMBIES. *Shudder* EDIT: Excuse me. That was uncalled for. I believe they prefer "The Living Challenged."