Sleepwalkersby Chandra Hiccough ![]() July 7, 2003 Sleeping deeply, Major Fleeping
rose though no alarm was beeping and made a sandwich of apple cores, which he chewed between the snores. Incessantly talking while sleepwalking, Lazlo Dennis beat at tennis a regional club pro, who, you know, was dreaming of sleeping in the snow. Reginald Humphries was getting comfy on the cowcatcher of a train speeding toward the coast of Maine. (He had lobster on the brain.) Sundried laundry presents a quandary for a tomato-eating serf-in-waiting, who until recently was dating a school of trout he'd dreamt about. Loosely-roostered farms were boosted by the news that Simon Schustered across the Atlantic in a biplane. "Worst sleep of my life," he did complain. The president, he did lament waking up to sign a treaty from a dream where he shared ice cream and a sleeping bag with Ally Sheedy. Texas Tony dreamt alimony had been outlawed while he slept on his horse. Which it had not been, but of course while he dreamt this was the case. But worst of all was Lowland Paul, who dreamt he was naked at the mall. The news that had poor Paul in a pall was that he wasn't dreaming, not at all. Milestones2003: The infamous "Battle of the Bulge" breaks out at when office wench Ivana Folger-Balzac mistakes Ramrod Hurley's beerbelly for a birthing alien larvae and sets into the Acting-Editor with a can opener. The skirmish and resultant standoff lasts 18 hours and claims the lives of several Crochet! magazine staffers, for whom the commune observes a moment of near-silence.Now HiringSexecutioner. Why does everybody keep laughing when we say that? We need a dude who can kill some fucking people in an official capacity, okay? What's so funny about that? You guys are sick. Anyway, pay commensurate to experience. Must provide own mask, axe, electric chair, whatever floats your boat.Most Troublesome Phrases for Adults Learning English
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