![]() 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. Quote of the Day“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores... uh, on second thought, scratch that. If I can pick, don't give me any losers.”-Emily Dickinsome Fortune 500 CookieGive up the ghost this week—everybody knows you're drawing those eyebrows on with a magic marker. You may only be a gigolo, but that doesn't mean anybody wants to hear you sing about it. Try naming a constellation after yourself: it worked for that "Chantilly Lace" guy. This week's lucky pets: salamander, ostrich, rutabaga, cow fetus, bottle of deadly germs.Try again later. Top Unrevealed Bush Tax Cut Benefits
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