Hey,
I really like that Seinfeld show. It fills me with mirth. Today I realized why. George and Jerry live inside my head. George is always looking out, always looking to see what he can see, while Jerry kind of sits at the back reading a magazine.
I’ll give you an example. Today I was at a location which I will not disclose when I bumped into a lady. I call her lady because that’s respectful, not because she’s old. Anyway.
The George inside goes, “Oh my GOD! She’s beautiful, she’s the most beautiful creature ever! Look Jerry, she’s gorgeous!”
And the Jerry goes, “Really? Maybe in this building, or in this hallway, but not ever. Really? Ever? No. I think you should sit down before you hurt yourself.”
That is a real dialogue that happened in my head.
Which is why I never talk to pretty girls, because I’m too busy laughing at my own thoughts.
I’m an idiot.
Bye.
