A Phil Peter’s
To blab so much crap that people can't escape it and end up trapped in your mess
My mom went on for 20 minutes about her ex's new dog. I had to pretend I was listening even though I was mentally gone.
My friend talked about his gym routine for an hour. I just wanted to scream.
At the party, my cousin rambled about his job for so long, I started counting ceiling tiles.
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