The aliens lied to me. They said that the anal probe would not interfere with my memory. Some days I forget where I am going, and how to put on my underwear.
This morning I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I forgot why I was there. My bladder soon reminded me.
The other day I was talking to a friend. Don't ask me what we were talking about. Suddenly I shouted, "There are 366 days in a Jump Year!" What does this have to do with bananas?
I hope my memory recovers soon. I want to buy some gas for the car, I don't own, so I can drive to China and visit all the tea. (Maybe I might buy some underwear.)
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