So I’m sitting here fucking around on the computer while GB is watching some sports game on TV. My rampant OCD means that I don’t hear anything that’s going on around me, ever, if I’m doing something else. I’m aware that GB is saying something–to himself, or the cats, or the TV, I think, and not to me, so I’m not paying attention. I abruptly tune back into the world around me just in time to hear GB say:

“…I learned my work ethic from astrologers who didn’t want to get jobs.”

(Blogged by permission from the source. GB is a never-ending source of entertainment. Everyone should have one.)