I'm tired as hell today. If you're anything like me—first of all... god help you—but more importantly, you probably enjoy a gentle bedtime story as you nestle under the covers and rub your bare feet together. Being lulled almost imperceptibly toward that Citadel of Dreams by honeyed words is certainly a damn sight better than blacking out from drinking Fleischmann's gin and waking up at the business end of a highway rest stop gloryhole, at any rate. (Never again! How many times have I said that?)
Anyway, since I'm kind and sweet and considerate and stuff, I've recorded a bedtime story for all of you three readers of this blog. I almost did The Great Butter Battle by Dr. Seuss, but I opted for this one instead. Enjoy!
Happy Friday the 13th.
ReplyDeleteOh. That explains why today is going so shitty already!
ReplyDeleteNow I'm hearing obscene chewing.
ReplyDeleteoh it cuts off. what happens next?!
ReplyDeleteIt cuts off? Really? I haven't listened to it. Reciting it was boring enough.
ReplyDeleteit does, but what is there did the trick, so dont worry about it.
ReplyDeleteOh. That makes me sad. I was so angry at the degenerate races, but it was all for nothing...
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That is my second favorite Seuss! Horton Hatches the Egg will always hold first.
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