Someone once told me orange is not my color. I don't think that's any of their concern. What if I were to tell you that I don't think you'd look good with jack pine needles hot glued to the seat of your pants? Or what if I took it upon myself to decide that your pet box turtle doesn't have enough horse power and THAT'S why I loaded her into my potato gun and ignited the Aqua Net, huh? What if I used a fire hose to flood your basement with Brut because I thought it smelled better than the musty piles of old Playboys you have lining every square foot of floor space? What if I told you I bought my wrist watch on clearance at Target for ten dollars and as a result it gives me the right to steal your wallet? What if I saw you clinging to a ninth floor window ledge of a 23 story building and I told you "Don't do it! There has to be another way to deal with your problems! Don't jump!" but then you said to me "I'm washing the windows, you moron! You almost made me drop my squeegee!"?
I don't know what your individual responses would be, but I do know that I like the color orange. And I also know that I know that I don't know if you do know that most people know that I'm... kidding :) No, wait... someone actually DID tell me that about the color orange! Blaarrp!! That's the sound of my brain exploding inside my skull. I think my... smart brain brani... hurt lots...horts with hitting groins!!
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