Waaaah!!! I can't sleep!! 
I don't know what's wrong. I was so tired! Perhaps I need a beer and a sleeping pill.
I need a makeover.
Yeah, I think so. Maybe I can dye my hair?
I found Ms. Chile passed out on the couch around 5 a.m. yesterday. She was bundled up with her jacket on and hood over her head. I woke her up and said, "Hey! What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold? Don't you want to sleep in your bed?" She sat bolt upright and howled, "Nooooooooo!!!! I'm TOO drunk!!!!", then stumbled off to her room.
Today she and I rode the cable car while she went on about having a headache and wanting chili and a hamburger from Wendy's. And coffee.
The cable car came to a stop right beside a bus traveling in the opposite direction. I offered a bet that I could spit the gum out of my mouth, and into an open window of the bus. I lost the bet (by mere milimeters, mind you! A complete fluke if I ever saw one!) I got to buy the coffee.
So we go to order the coffee. She tells the clerk, "I want a mocha. But... not over ice. Oh! And NOT blended!" The clerk and I both stare at her. I ask, "How do you want your mocha?" The clerk says, "Well, do you want it hot?" She responds, "Oh!! Yes!! Yes!!! HOT!!!"
Hmmm... okay. Time to try that sleep thing again.
I don't know what's wrong. I was so tired! Perhaps I need a beer and a sleeping pill.
I need a makeover.
Yeah, I think so. Maybe I can dye my hair?
I found Ms. Chile passed out on the couch around 5 a.m. yesterday. She was bundled up with her jacket on and hood over her head. I woke her up and said, "Hey! What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold? Don't you want to sleep in your bed?" She sat bolt upright and howled, "Nooooooooo!!!! I'm TOO drunk!!!!", then stumbled off to her room.
Today she and I rode the cable car while she went on about having a headache and wanting chili and a hamburger from Wendy's. And coffee.
The cable car came to a stop right beside a bus traveling in the opposite direction. I offered a bet that I could spit the gum out of my mouth, and into an open window of the bus. I lost the bet (by mere milimeters, mind you! A complete fluke if I ever saw one!) I got to buy the coffee.
So we go to order the coffee. She tells the clerk, "I want a mocha. But... not over ice. Oh! And NOT blended!" The clerk and I both stare at her. I ask, "How do you want your mocha?" The clerk says, "Well, do you want it hot?" She responds, "Oh!! Yes!! Yes!!! HOT!!!"
Hmmm... okay. Time to try that sleep thing again.
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thatmikeguy:
yeah, I haven't deleted any of my gray friends for a long time... just going to keep pretending they're still there 
argene:
Awww! You look cute like that 