A quick thought:

When you go to Sephora on your lunchbreak, because your hands (white people get ashy too!) need some (free) Coconut Lotion, don’t rub it on the severely scraped area of your palms where you drunkenly fell on the sidewalk last night.

See? I’m tying together my tendancy to go to Sephora on my lunchbreak and the fact that I fell down and scraped the shit out of my hands and knees last night because I can only bowl well under the influence.

In improv comedy, that’s called “Making Connections” and it is encouraged.

Hooray for me.