What My Thoughts Sound Like When Left Uncensored And Ultimately, Formed Into Words

Earlier this year, I wrote a post about the mysterious feet washing up on the shores of British Columbia.

Yesterday, Ed and I were listening to the news and they were talking about finding yet another foot that had washed ashore. Here's our conversation after listening to the news story:

ME: Imagine if it were penises instead of feet?

ED: At least they would know the dead people were men.

ME: They don't have to be dead, they could still be alive, they just don't have a penis.

ED: Yeah, they could've all been castrated.

ME: Eww.

ED: Maybe there is an island somewhere with a bunch of penis-less men.

ME: Well, that would be a useless place.