Very late last night I snuck into your bedroom and stood over your bed and just watched you sleep.
For maybe 15 minutes or so.
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Well, at least that explains the dreams about (fake) rain.
IANO: I was awake all night writing. That wasn't me you were watching sleep. That was my cat. Does this mean you're gay?
Cake: Rain, eh? Had to mention the freakin' weather, didn't you?
David'Z: I would like to take this opportunity to point out that IANO did a whole (fake)blog about (fake)weather. Thank you.
I knew that was you sweetie!
Cake: I know he did. I read it. And I think we all know why he did it. It's because he was brainwashed by a certain Canadian who shall remain nameless, a "certain Canadian" who utilized brainwashing techniques she learned in the Far East, many years ago.
IANO: By the way, I'd love to know what inspired this one!
Brainwashing, huh...let's try it.
::waves hand::
Everyone send me candy.
I'm glad I left the front door unlocked so you could get in...
Thanks, Hoag!
[boxes and wraps VHS tapes of "Uncle Buck," "Cool Runnings," "Who's Harry Crumb?" & "The Blues Brothers," and leaves to go to post office] What... is... postage... to... Canada... eh?
First five minutes: Drooling. Second five minutes: Major pillow-gnawing during cotton candy dream.
Third five minutes: Snoring.
Or so: More drooling.
David'Z:
DAMN! Foiled again!
Foil... foil... [to postal clerk] And... how... much... to... mail... Reynolds... Wrap... too... eh?
Okay, that's it, I've renounced my brainwashing powers...clearly they're not quite working for me.
::sighs and looks sadly at the pile of VHS cassettes and tin foil::
Just as well, I mean I was contemplating using them for evil earlier today. And if I went evil....
You managed to get up to Canada, down to New York City, and out to England in the same night? AND spend 15 minutes watching each of us sleep?
Man, I want YOUR frequent-flier membership!
-- Lamont "Free Peanuts" Cranston
Lamont! Did he fall off your trellis and into the ornamental cactus? Or was it more of a rusty fire escape/trash can fall?
I wondered what the stains were.
i wasnt sleeping during the storm. Wooot. Im in Easthampton, Ma
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