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.)
I am speaking to you from the past! We're off camping for the weekend, so this has been pre-scheduled from the nest-egg. In honor of the fact that we're sleeping in the woods:
"If a mozzie sucked the blood of a junkie, would it get high? Or would it see things? Fucking hate mozzies. Hope they get addicted."
"Seriously, do the words 'You're an idiot' confuse you? Yeah, you see you're sweating now. Typical..... See? Even Google's got you on its list of fuck-ups."
"Monkeys don't lay eggs. That's in act two. It shows you how difficult it is for them to be surrogate parents. The hippos are in trouble, but, yeah, they'll find somebody's little baby for them."
Karen's notes: Thanks to everyone for the lovely anniversary wishes! Speaking of which, and in light of Adam's final sentiment last night: We did carry out the tradition of hauling our wedding cake out of the freezer, unwrapping the sixteen layers of saran wrap (cling film, Brits), and partaking of a slice each.
Now, in its heyday, our wedding cake was quite literally the most delicious thing I had ever consumed. It was red velvet cake with vanilla butter-cream frosting, and it was mind-blowing. But I'll tell ya, twelve months in the freezer didn't do it any favors. Of course, that didn't stop us from finishing our slices (or me from having a second slice).
"Finger painting's fun. I need to get some more fingers, though. Give me your fingers. Oh fuck it, I'll just cut 'em off. You've got pretty fingers. I can do some pretty painting with those pretty fingers. Toes, I can use toes! Yay! I'm sorted. Fingers and toes."
"No. Don't look up. They're in the trees. Those tree cows. They're a deadly shot. They'll get you in the eyes. Get them down with threats of violence. And a bucket of grass, of course."
(in response to me sniffling from hay fever) "Don't cry. S'okay. You've got an important role to play. You're cannon fodder. Now be good and stand still."
Karen's notes: In case you didn't catch it, that was a CATS reference. Here is Mr. Mistoffelees. You can see why Adam might wish to imagine him as roadkill:
Karen's notes: When Adam heard this, he said, "When have I EVER, in my LIFE, used the phrase 'hot dang'!?" Yeah, not exactly the Queen's English, is it?
(Big wacky yawn. Then sort of singing) "Doo... Doo... Do you want to eat me? Hmm? Gobble me up? Chew on my hindquarters? Do you? WELL COCK OFF YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU'RE NOT TASTING MY MEAT! Fucking eat something else. I'm as tough as leather. Grrr. (sigh)"
"I'm sure you'll be thrilled and ecstatic at the thought of going out with me. But look at it from my point of view: Leeches attached to my testicles and a mass of flesh-eating caterpillars and ants over the rest of my body, gorging themselves on my flesh. A slow and ultimately painful death. So I hope you can see my point of view. It'll be a no to going out with you. Now run along and poison somebody else's life."
Karen's notes: This was from Sunday night. Ya'll cannot imagine the power of will it took for me to hold this one back. But I really felt it deserved to be all on its own.
"I'm just a chubby ninja. Able to move between skinny people. Tiptoeing elephant. No one can see me. And then I attack! With ice cream and jelly, with chocolate sprinkles on top. Mmmmm."
"You know it's time to get up when you've got cold butt cheeks. Nothing worse. Goddamnit, I married you, the least you can do is lay across my ass and make 'em warm. Nothing else is working. (fiercely demanding) Warm my bottom, woman! Okay, I'm sorry. (whining pathetically) I don't like a cold bottom."
By this point, I was feeling a moral imperative to cover Adam's exposed ass. I got out of bed, picked up the blanket, walked around to his side of the bed, and laid the blanket very gently on top of him...
Before transcribing, I just want to mention here that, generally speaking, I do not use the word "bottom" among adults. I was merely quoting Adam.
For those who are only reading, just imagine that "(laughing)" is added in at every line.
ADAM:
Ah! What'choo doing? What are you doing?!
KAREN:
You- You've just been talking on and on about your cold bottom! You've been-
ADAM:
Go away! It's not cold, it's airing.
KAREN:
You- Adam, listen to me-
ADAM:
What?
KAREN:
You even said, "I married you, the least you can do is lie across me and warm my bottom." And I started to feel so bad, that I finally decided to come cover your- cover your ass.
ADAM:
You decided to wake me up.
KAREN:
No- Adam-
ADAM:
You attacked me with the blanket.
KAREN:
Adam, why would I- why would I ever wake you up when you're talking and I want you to keep talking?
ADAM:
No, my bottom's not cold, I like to air it. It has a mass so great, it gets so hot anyway.
KAREN:
Adam, I'm trying to tell you-
ADAM:
Listen baby, come- I love you and I'm sure you had the best of intentions, but you woke me up.
KAREN:
Well, I didn't know what to do. You just kept going on and on about it.
ADAM:
I go on and on about lots of things, most of the time you ignore me.
KAREN:
But this time- I mean, this one seemed relevant to real life. I looked over and saw that it was in fact exposed. And then I started to feel so bad. You said, "I don't like having a cold bottom," and so I came to cover it because I was worried about you.
ADAM:
That I'd get hypothermia of the ass?
KAREN:
I didn't like you sounding so distressed.
ADAM:
Oh, but baby, you threw the blanket on top of me.
KAREN:
I laid it- You perceive that, but I actually laid it very gently.
ADAM:
Oh, I felt like I was attacked by a heavy flat thing.
"Get him outta here. That dirty little rabbit worrier. Leave those twitchy tails alone. Fluffy little bunnykins. Who'd want to make you so anxious? You've got enough to worry about. Oh, hoppity."