I think I'll do away with the numbers now. Guess why???
I'm not insane anymore!!!
FSHZZZZZZZ
And now it's time for…
COOKING WITH BRI!!
Alright, ladies and gents. It's time again for BUTCHERING EXPENSIVE INGREDIENTS INTO INEDIBLE MUCK WITH BRI!!!
That's right. So, this week we'll be…
FSHZZZZZ
And the weather today is something I cannot predict, because I really don't know anything since I'm only the anchorwoman and I don't actually understand anything I'm saying. I just say it and pretend to be smart…
FSHZZZZ
"Oh, Ronald, do you love me?"
"I'll love you until the cows come home!"
"Oh, Rona—"
MOOOOOO
"Bye!"
"Nooo!!!"
FSHZZZZ
Hey, waitaminute…
FSHZZZZZZ
Hey, no! Stop! I think…
FSHZZZZZ
No! I was getting better…I-
You are still insane. Don't give yourself up like this, Bri! You can't!
Yes, I can! I don't want to be insane! I don't get any respect!
…
But you get respect when you aren't?
Well, not really…
My point exactly.
Even though I'm talking to myself doesn't mean I'm insane! I'm just…lonely.
I can make you insane again…
No, you wouldn't.
Or would I?
No! No, please! I'll do almost anything, except things after my bedtime, which is 6:30. I need my rest…
I AM THE PHANTOM OF…PAPERCLIPS!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! YOU FIEND!!!!!! EVERYBODY, SWIM AWAY TO REMOTED TROPICAL ISLANDS, CARESS YOUR CLOSEST ORTHOPEDIC SURGEN, AND FOR CRIPES SAKE, DON'T WEAR WHITE AFTER LABOR DAY!!!!!!!
Ahh, it's good to be back..
ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT???
…Mebe, mebe no…
OH YEAH, WELL, I"LL KARATE CHOP YOU INTO A NAIL FILER!!! WHAT NOW, FOO?? AND, oh yes, there's more! I'LL SHOVE THIS BARBIE INTO MY MOUTH AND TRY TO PUL IT OUT THROUGH MY EARS!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
…
Note from author's doctor: *sigh* Once again we have taken Bri back to the ward, because we found her in her cardboard box with a bizarre case of barbies sticking half-way out of her ears. How they got their is beyond me, or any of our other doctors. She will be restored fully and back in her cardboard box as soon as we can manage it. *sigh* 
