My Stomach: All you've dropped down here today was a Big Texas Cinnamon Roll and yogurt. Stop at Subway.
My Bladder: Don't forget the 24 oz. Mocha, the bottle of water and the Pepsi. I don't know how much more I can hold, clearly I'm your biggest problem right now.
My Brain: It's a no brainer, pardon the pun, we must go straight home and directly to the bathroom. You can make a sandwich just as well, if not better, than a Subway employee.
My Stomach: I don't believe what I'm hearing, I'm so hungry I could eat the ass of a skunk. Cross your legs and feed me.
My Bladder: Wal-Mart has a Subway inside and a bathroom, THIS is a no brainer, duh.
My Brain: The boy! The boy!
Me: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Let me think.
My Brain: Let me do that for you, you might hurt yourself. It is what I'm here for you know.