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“To sleep, perchance to dream. As long as I do not dream of being pursued by that creepy Duracell robot family, for that shit was truly too much for a soul to endure.”-Robert Shakenspear Fortune 500 CookieDo not take the road less traveled, 'cause the toll is complete bullshit. If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you? Your mother will finally find out this week. Two brutal assaults is a coincidence, three is a lack of self-control. Expect to be broken hearted this week, as the writing on the bathroom wall foretold. Lucky numbers all make a sum of 9.Try again later. Top 5 commune Features This Week
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