On the Subject of the Tiny Baby in My Head:

You ever hear the story of the 1700s baby who was born with another baby's head attached to his?

Well I have that, but the baby's head is inside in my head, instead of outside. We haven't done xrays yet to prove it but I know it's in there.

And I think the brain must rub up against mine often cuz I can hear thoughts. The brain really wants me to stick my pinkie in a wall outlet and then lick it. Or get a cobra bite on purpose. It's nice to know that someone in the family has a zest for science experiments.