So, the next time someone comes to me for analysis on why one of my friends made a ridiculously questionable sexual decision, I can just be like, “That Kluver-Bucy Syndrome is going around. Must be that crazy killer African bee pollen we’re getting because of climate change.”
If I’m ever caught doing something or someone questionable, I can just say, “Geez, um, you know, come to think of it, I’ve had more than a couple of concussions.” Of course, I then plan to knock over the nearest available beverage and run away as fast as possible.
