That little voice in your head telling you what to do is getting louder. Would you jump off a cliff if it told you to? Would you sell your liver to terrorists? Would you sever your big toe with a tightly wound elastic band?
The gentleman in this photo popped out for a pint of semi-skimmed and somehow came back ablaze. Afterwards he just kept saying "that voice, that voice"
He also forgot to buy the milk.
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