Some content on this page is not suitable for young eyes or faint hearts. Views expressed by Sleep Talkin' Man rarely reflect the opinions of waking Adam. Especially the desire to exterminate all vegetarians (but he does hate lentils.)
Sometimes, Molly the little beagle has to get up in the night to pee. She nudges her way out from under the covers, jumps down from the bed, and trots down the hall to the kitchen where we leave out a wee-wee pad for just such occasions. Although our bedroom is carpeted, the long hallway is wood flooring, and her adorable little claws make quite a clicking. Here's STM's interpretation of Molly coming back to the bedroom.
"(Molly click click clicks up the hall) TURN OFF THE RAIN! (she steps on to the bedroom carpet) Thank you."
This weekend, we took Adam's 8- and 11-year old kids camping. Saturday afternoon, Adam and I were lying out on a blanket while the kids pottered around us, and Adam drifted off to sleep for a while. Suddenly, he woke with a shout of "FUCK NUTS!" You can imagine the pandemonium that this caused with the children. I kick myself for not having the recorder going.
"I am Mediterranean Man! Hear my cry: TZATZIKIIIIIIiiiiiii and tremble with fear. I will cut you with my throwing pita. But not at three o'clock, 'cause it's siesta time. TZATZIKIIIIIIiiiiiii and away!"
"Listen up, people. Sasquatch has been in my sock drawer again, and now he's somewhere lose in the bathroom. So I'm setting up a six-foot perimeter fence, and someone bring me my clippers. He's mine this time."
Hey, Happy 4th, my countrymen and women! I'm sorry not to be there to eat too many burgers and watch pretty colored lights with all of you. Instead, I'll trudge off to work through the SAME RAIN WE'VE HAD FOR A WEEK. So much for independence. Good thing I've got STM to add a little extra sunshine to my nights.
"Oh yeah. With my army of runner ducks, I'm gonna take over the world!
With a waddle and a quack, and a waddle and a quack, I'm gonna rule this
world. Yeah."
Do you think he's sitting in a nest? His secret lair is this giant nest, and he's wearing a fake beak.
KAREN:
(giggles along)
ADAM:
And he's in his little swivel chair, and as he turns around to face you, saying, "Ah, Mr. Bond, I'm expecting you," instead of stroking a cat, he's stroking a little duck.
KAREN:
Aw.
ADAM:
It'd be funny if he had a navy of rubber ducks. Motorized, weaponized rubber ducks... Ducks shit everywhere, that's their weapon.
If only, indeed. This next one I tried posting on Friday, and screwed it up by posting the wrong audio clip. Here it is again:
"Dim sum. Dim sum! The wontons, they're not cooperating, and there's soy sauce everywhere now. Listen, you fat globby balls, get out of the steamer and help me! Thank you."