Mind Games.
Im a bicycle: I would ellaborate, but my mind is messing with me. Is all "Why you not has little nap? Would be good for you. ;D Yes?"
Im a bicycle: I guess my mind is Italian or Greek.
Im a bicycle: Who knew
mrssdestruct: my mind is...hmm.
mrssdestruct: mix between latino/new england accent/random animal noises?
Im a bicycle: So like a half-Latino, half-New Englander hosting an Animal Planet show?
mrssdestruct: totally :3
Im a bicycle: [:
mrssdestruct: my mind sits around all day wishing that VH1 would show pop-up videos again and eating animal crackers
Im a bicycle: Your mind would be my friend. But I bet my mind would call it lazy, and tell it to get married. Raise some children, maybe come visit it for dinner every once in a while.
mrssdestruct: My mind would refuse to marry but would be slutty with a few cool people it met at karaoke bars. Especially Irish pubs with karaoke. And it would still visit for dinner every once in awhile.
Im a bicycle: My mind would just whine about not having grandchildren at every dinner. ]:
mrssdestruct: My mind would ask if your mind might pass the mashed potatoes, and then suggest you try having more children and make sure they have children.
Im a bicycle: My mind would mutter hateful things in it's native language under it's breath, then storm off. It would then start to yell at your mind in said language about "ungrateful, selfish children who wouldn't even go into the family business. What, you're too good to run a restaurant? Too good for your family, now?"
mrssdestruct: My mind would get the gist of what your mind was saying and break out into spanish, insisting your mind was a borracha hija de puta.
Im a bicycle: Isn't that. Uh. Something about a drunk whore?
preeeeetty close. ;|
