Schuldig.

"You do have a thing for tongue, don't you?"

My co-worker walked into the office and that's the first thing he said.

I blinked. I mean, I know I do - been aware of it for a long time, mind - but is it that apparent to others?

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"Yes," I told him, "it's my way of being expressive."

I don't know. Snake by nature, I guess. I breathe with my tongue. It slipped out of the corner of my mouth and waved to innocent passerby without my input when my mind was concentrating on something else. It acts on its own accords and it likes to "hang out." What can I say?

No point to this story. Or there may be one, but you have to squint just right and read between the linesssss.