Do you remember that time when I had some words written on a text document and then it appeared on this website called Abflats? Well it's happening again. And I can't say that I'm a fan. Mostly because I'm a human. Fans wouldn't even be able to tell you they were fans anyway. Fans are inanimate objects and are incapable of speaking in any language. I mean, you can do that thing where you stand behind a fan and sing and the sound waves emitted by your mouth get distorted and sound all funky. But that can't hardly be described as a fan talking. Taking in consideration the conclusive evidence we possess, it's safe to presume that fans cannot talk.
Gravy is a favorite color of mine. Brown gravy that is. Not that weird gray gravy. Get out of here gray gravy. No one likes you. Brown is where it's at. How can gray gravy be considered gravy? Does it taste like brown gravy? I don't know. I very rarely have either types of gravy. Why is it called gravy though? Brown gravy is a warm, brown liquid that frequently covers mashed potatoes. Gray gravy is a warm, gray sludge that frequently covers biscuits. Why are they both called gravy?
Double take would be a good movie concept. Like, the entire movie is about different people looking to their left, calming looking back to their right, and then quickly looking back to their left as though they saw something that their brain couldn't comprehend the first time around. It would be hilarious. No dialog whatsoever. We could call it the Ray Chang Experiment.
-Griffin
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