You can't even blame that on the contact high from the 87 people over there...

Ok, here's what you have to understand to begin with. He's somewhere (a diner I believe) when he hears a girl say "If it weren't for my horse, I never would have spent that year in college."

He goes on to tell you that after his brain recovered from that statement, he tried to find the girl/figure out what conversation that possibly could have belonged to and pretty much failed. So, "If it weren't for my horse" becomes pretty standard shorthand for "What the HELL does that mean? Ow ow, Oh Dear God, my BRAIN..."

In that vein, a coworker and I were in Royal Oak on Sunday. We were going out to dinner before meeting other coworkers for a concert. We didn't really have any destination in mind, so we just sort of wandered about until we were too hungry to continue wandering. At one point, we're crossing the street when we pass a guy and a girl in professional/mildly casual type clothing and we hear the woman say "Well, but you have to remember, it's all acted out with puppets."

At which point I actually felt my brain stop, turn and go "What the fuck?"

I'm pretty sure that's about the point my brain packed it up and called it a night. That's the only possible reason I wasn't crying in pain 7 hours later when I was still standing on concrete.