So, picture this: A white Saturn Vue, driving north on a highway in southern Iowa. Inside is a woman in her late-no, mid-okay---late forties....wet hair, minimal makeup...after all, it is 96 degrees there today, humidity in the one thousand percentile...and hair and makeup in that kind of weather is a lose-lose....anyway, she is driving along, listening to her Gnarls Barkley CD, because she is cool like that, (actually there is one song on it that she loves)...and she starts thinking about her blogging friends, and her good buddies, and that makes her think of Soul Survivor, one of her good buddies...and the last post she had written, if you don't know what I am talking about, you will have to head over there-the link is on my page...and that makes her think "he chokee, he chokee"...and she starts laughing out loud, because my goodness that has struck her funny bone, and she cannot stop laughing. All. alone. in. the. vehicle. And then she realizes that Gnarls Barkley is singing to her "that makes you crazy.....that makes you crazy...."
And she realizes that gnarls is right, and that makes her laugh even more. Do you suppose the crazy police will show up with their funny white coat?