I hate it when I think,
"I haven't put my foot in my mouth in quite awhile".
I hate it because,
every stinkin' time,
literally within 24 hours of thinking it,
I end up with the smell of rubber sole on my breath and a Payless price tag stuck to my lips.
And sure enough, I thought it Sunday and I spoke it Monday...
Why do I think this thought and then as if my mouth is forced open by some unseen arm-twisting, I say something that I end up regretting? Or worse, fret about at midnight?
Do I somehow want to fulfill some self prophecy of stupidity?
Do I forget past lessons hard-learned from this former potty mouth?
Do I see some non-existent opportunity to impress the flesh with careless words?
Yes to all of the above...
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