Kevin......................Mr President....................Boss they are ganging up on me again!!!
Gimme the brain, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Marjorie the brain. I have to think this thing thru and can't do it without Marjorie. Hey wait a minute................................................why do we call OUR brain Marjorie any ways!!!!
Any who, I need the brain to help me sort all of this out. I thought we might either tie the toasters cord into a knot. Or, or, or, or, cut the toasters cord in two, then put some duck tape on both ends and then tape those ends back together so they don't look like they have been cut. What do you think boss? Good plan? Without Marjorie, I am completely lost here. (We got to change our brain's name!!!)
Ladies--
Can anyone explain to me why the men call their brains Marjorie?
Are they completely losing it?
or
Is it something I am just too young to understand? I mean after all, Kevin is older than me. (His birthday is next month so I have to start reminding him now)