I pretend to be Sasha Grey.
Therefore I am.

There is a particularly grotesque beer advertisement that they show on Australian TV all the time where the tongue of a sleeping man disconnects itself and goes out on the town hunting down a bottle of a particular beer before returning to the startled owner's mouth.

When I read that chat transcript I had a disturbing image in my mind that Sasha Grey's addled brain had disconnected itself and was sitting in a late night Internet Cafe somewhere chatting up dirty old psychiatrists whilst the brainless Sasha was off fucking on film, making horror movies in Canada, and (most importantly) posting on ADT.

What a mindtrip!