I break under pressure.
I'm breaking now.
So Walshtastic came clean about a joke he subconsciously stole from a co-worker and the gents got into a surprisingly short conversation about memories and stories and recall and such. Short is relative when the guys go down a rabbit trail, but the show in its entirety was less than an hour long so that's why I'm saying it was short.
In all serious, though, memories are weird. I had this traumatic experience when I was 4 or 5 where my sister and I went outside to wait for my mom to come home from work and I sat on ant hill. All I remember is seeing one ant, two ants… and then I remember my mom frantically brushing my hair and the bath water running. That's it. That's all I remember. Evidently I survived since I'm telling this non-story here, but I do have a good reason for having a disproportionate fear of bugs and insects of all kinds which is why the fly from Thursday's blog post is still lurking around my house.
So now I'm breaking under pressure and terrified. Sounds a lot like the reality shows Luke's into. But I'm fully clothed.