“Hello, friend, it’s me, CRAZY! Yeah, CRAZY! So good to hear your voice.”

[innerSpaceman]

I've always thought that cellphones were God's Gift to crazies. Now they are free to talk to themselves all the bright day long, as long as they keep one hand in a phoneholdular posture.


I have, for the past several years, taken to releasing my inner baglady and often go around the streets talking out loud to myself while holding my dead cellphone to my ear. It's priceless and I love it. There I go doing the most insane public thing I can think of other than peeing down my pantleg ... and everyone accepts it completely, the world never bats its collective eye.


I can't wait for the day when technology allows me to pee down my pantleg without getting noticed!