In the Taxi

I appear to have developed a certain problem concerning the, uh, public, uh, propriety of my English. If I can just pretend, that if I talk ... just fast enough ... nobody else will know what I´m saying ever ... I could say ANYTHING. Anything at all. Uh, not that I would, but, uh, I could.

I would like to inform you, though, that I am rapidly not spinning into the dark abyss of, say, heathen-who-talks-about-her-thong-sensations-in-public. (... But if I call it a "cracker", nobody knows, right? ... ... Right?)