Of conversations I hope are never recorded

I hope the CIA or FBI or any other spy organization never decides to bug my house. I don’t know why they would, but it worries me just the same. Because if anyone was listening to what goes on here, I’m sure they would send the men in white coats with butterfly nets storming in to capture me and put me in a padded room somewhere with no chocolate.

Here’s a sample of what they would hear: