The origin story of my intrusive thoughts. Just a normal day shelving books, keeping it real and suddenly my brain will start exclaiming “DO YOU CHOOSE TO CHEW GOO, TOO, SIR?! IF, SIR, YOU, SIR, CHOOSE TO CHEW, SIR, WITH THE GOO-GOOSE, CHEW, SIR. DO SIR!!”
Or maybe a quiet walk in the evening. Sun is low, spirits are high.
My brain: “ When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetls battle with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle. THIS is what they call—”
Shut up brain! But for real, this is a classic for a reason. It will haunt me eternal.