Damn squirrels...can't they just leave everybody alone...can't a guy walk outside his own home and not get his leg bitten by a squirrel...I'm moving to Alaska...I bet they don't have squirrels there...no sir, all the polar bears ate the squirrels...What? No I'm not insane...how dare you!...I should throw a burrito at your face...damn Mexicans... trying to feed us burritos and tacos...they should go back to Mexico...we should shock them all with cattle prods until they go home...

(No offese meant to squirrels or Mexicans. I like you both nut I can't help that the other side of my brain doesn't. If you don't like it, you could pay to send me to a phsycologist. I'll send you a cutout from the newspaper of a poor defenseless child that is supposed to be me. Meanwhile, I'll be sipping some kinda colored drink with a little umbrella in it with a pocketful of the cash you sent me. Shut-up brain!)