KaBlahBlah

Does anyone actually know what she is going on about when she talks? Word... salad... that's what they call it, that's what it is, when no one knows what you're talking about. She loves a word salad. Probably a few too many glasses of wine too. You noticed that? Always slurring a little bit like she had too many at lunch. It's impossible not to notice with how much she talks. The things that come out of her mouth! "The future is the past is a thing from the mind" or whatever... she just goes on and on, rambling like a crazy person, you know? KaBlahBlah. That's what I call her. Because it's all word salad... blah blah blah blah blah.