My mind kind of works that way. Someone says something and an instant daydream begins. It could be a short Broadway musical or someone catching on fire (that happens when someone talks too much on a conference call).
I was thinking the other day how Mooch was never really connected to us. He was always a million miles away, zoning about something. I'm sure most of the time he was thinking about porn or thinking about having sex with someone else. (More on that soon.)
So my Scrubs scene goes like this:
These words are going through Mooch's mind while we were supposed to be reciting the Apostles' Creed at the Presbyterian Church on Sundays or saying the Pledge of Allegiance at a football game:
"I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny"
(have to credit Sir Mix a Lot's "Baby's Got Back")
Sigh.
-Stella
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