-that frozen moment in time when everyone sees EXACTLY what's on the end of their fork.
Ahhhhh... Now I get it. I was thinking in a totally different direction.
Hey... C-can I tell you something?
Yeah. Shoot.
I think I've lost all sense of being. Like my soul was burnt away by the nuclear bloom of a neon-drenched apocalypse delivered like contagion by the spectre of our apathy-culture.
There, there. Let's talk about all this over a cool, refreshing Heineken. And Doritos. While we watch Monday Night Football (waiting for that Pepsi commercial with Shakira's ass in it).
