What could be creepier than some psychic freak like the Dog Whisperer sidling up to you and reading your every intimate thought? It’s just really freaks me out to imagine someone else knowing all of my innermost thoughts, anxieties, and brain ramblings. God, if Caesar Milan was here right now he’d know that I was thinking about unicorns, that you really can’t be stressed when you imagine them frolicking over rainbows and leaping through hoops of phosphorescent fairy dust. Then again they do have that sharp horn. That could seriously put an eye out. What with all the braying and bucking and medievalness. Yeah, ESP is the worst. I’d hate for people to just know that I’m having an internal debate over unicorn horn safety right now….Oh. Wait a minute, now!
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