Very scary episode of House this week. The patient: an editor. The problem: a disruption in the brain’s inhibitor function, leading the editor to speak whatever he was thinking.
If that should happen to me, police would be calling the medical examiner by sundown to cart off my body.
You think that’s an exaggeration? Ask my colleagues on the copy desk at The Sun about the sorts of things I say already, and invite them to extrapolate.