I'm convinced that some people talk just for the pleasure of hearing their own voices. Thinking aloud, making odd gestures and noises, pulling movie quotes out of their ass when it's not relevant to the conversation at hand (or any conversation had in the last 2 years), and my personal favorite: asking questions that any conscious living person could figure out on their own should they have half a brain. Such questions include, but are not limited to, "Where's the milk?" and "what happened to my shoes?". One might think these are natural questions to inquire about.........after one has been SEARCHING for these items for quite some time. But when they are asked while your ass is sitting on the couch or while in a part of the house they would not be (say, the bathroom or the driveway), then it causes the listener to naturally fume with rage.

Perhaps your shoes are in the closet where most normal people house their shoes. And just maybe the keys are on the key rack that has been hanging by our door for 2 years. Could it be possible that the milk is in the fucking refrigerator?