Roflopagos Island

I can no longer await the day of over head thought bubbles. As Lolski and I sat out side our favorite Chapters book store, speaking very loudly our status updates. I could not help but wish that everyones thoughts were assembled over their heads for all to read. Maybe in neon, or a steady stream of text... possibly with a theme song that goes with their body shapes. For instance a portly port drinking and cheese eating man...who no doubt smells of cured meats and sweaty slacks...would say something like " Im hungry, and frustrated with my mother....can people see my boner?" and his theme song would be something like ramalama bang bang. With all of the advances in technology and brain science and space = what's the holdup? If any techmnology people read this...I will gladly be involved in the trials.

-Shocka