Inner Monologue Deficiency Syndrome

Hiking Sanitas with my roommate today, we passed by a very shiny, curly haired black dog jogging down the path after its owners. As it came near, I started animal talking.

"Oh hey super cute! You look like a nice rug!"

Evan stopped in the path.

"That was weird. They are probably headed away from you as fast as possible."

"What? Oh, no, I don't mean to make it into a rug, just that at Target there's these...they're fuzzy... bathroom... nevermind."

"IMDS"

"What's that?"

"Inner Monologue Deficiency Syndrome."

"Is it a clinical term?"

"No, a friend of mine made it up."

"I like it."