Thinking Out Loud: Why do barbecue places advertise with cute pictures of pigs? Don’t the pigs know that they are telling people to COME EAT THEM?
Nice username/post relation there.
And, so true. That goes for any food marketed with a cute, happy mascot of the very animal you’ll be eating.
Why don’t you shut your fucking hole, asshole? OOOPs?! Did I say that out loud? What the fuck?! Now you got a problem? Keep your judgemental bullshit to yourself!
Applies pretty much every day. Some days I have better vocal control.
Do I look like your psychotherapist? Why is it that whenever I hove into view, you start whimpering and whining and and giving me an excruciating organ recital or story of your family trials or latest negative diatribe?
Oops, did I say that out loud?
At least the Chick-Fil-A cows realize this.
I think that’s the definition of NOT* Thinking Out Loud™. 
*Where by “NOT” is qualifying “Thinking.”
See? Now that’s cool – as if, Gary Larson went into advertisement.
Thinking Out Loud:
One evening, after a long silence staring at the ceiling in bed, I voiced aloud a pressing thought…
‘‘What was it like for the first monkey in space?’’
When he was done laughing hysterically, my husband acknowledged that it is actually a very good question.
My guess: “OOOWH! OOOHHWAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Translation:
“HOLYMOTHERFUCKINGSHIT! I CAN FLY!”
Followed soon thereafter by “OOOWH! OOOHHWAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Translation:
“HELP I’M SUFFOCATING! WHERE’D THE AIR GO?” or “I’M FALLING BACK TO EARTH BUT I THINK I’M GOING TO BURN TO A CRISP FIRST!”
whichever came first - I don’t know.
RIP, Ham.
At least he survived reentry.
Thinking out loud- Ya know, the Russians sent up a few dogs and poisoned them while they were in orbit. I bet their ghosts are still up there yelping for their missing masters.
That’s a sad-making thought for a Saturday morning 
I’m not thinking anything out loud. I almost never do that.
Okay, I’ve got like fifty different backgrounds customers can choose from. Why do they keep picking the same ones? At least it’s no longer that damn eagle I was putting on every tape measure label. Now, it’s sky, earth, or for some reason (considering none of these are hardware or construction companies) diamond plate steel.
My brain for the last hour has been a semi-continuous loop of “Boy that sure was a great date, but sex would have made it even better!”
Yeah, if I have to imagine a poopy ass, I’d rather imagine a baby’s poopy ass than say, some hot guy or girl. I definitely don’t want to associate my TP with the Brawny guy or Mr. Clean. Totally kills the fantasy.
Thanks Lev, now I’m getting visions of Jessica Alba endorsing Angel Soft. Dark Angel Soft? It’s not good.
Jessica Alba was hilarious in that faux political infomercial about citizens who don’t vote. You can see it on YouTube. She’s sexy smart.