Sometimes you’ll be thinking about something weird. Like you’re working on a joke or forming an opinion and you suddenly have the luxury of an uninterrupted train of thought so the train goes barelling through downtown weirdsville, switching tracks and plowing through unsuspecting houses.
Eventually you find yourself thinking about how “blob of vaginas” is a really great phrase and you decide to yank on the hand-brake and get back to work.
But first you put it on Tumblr because “blob of vaginas” is a really great phrase.
16 years later a young blonde girl walks into her woodworking class late. The teacher shoots her a glare. “Late again?” “Sorry Mr. Pinkman, just had to go over some stuff with my Chemistry teacher.” Jesse smiles. “It’s alright. Take a seat, Holly.”