Last night, as Willis gave me a hug, he said, "This might make me weird, but every time we hug like this, it makes me want to . . ."
At this moment (which was less than a second), my imagination took over and finished his sentence. I probably came up with three or four different scenarios of what he was about to say (some of them funny, some of them less so), but none of them came close to what he actually said. I guess you could call this mental sentence-finishing a "JD moment." I'm talking, like, a JD from Scrubs moment, here.
". . . throw you."
Then, he proceeded to do some wrestling moves in the kitchen (showing me how he'd throw me without actually throwing me, of course) and got a floor burn on the top of his foot.
He's all mine, ladies!