this one even beats the time someone misdialed and told my voicemail I was going to be a daddy--the source will remain anonymous, but the content was recorded, in the senders own words "for posterity", and hence should be shared:
Hey man, it's me. I just wanted to record for posterity the dream I had last night, which goes down in history as one of my weirdest. Now I don't remember all of it, all I remember is the end, when there was this grotesque group of characters, like large sort of inhuman looking guys, and they were singing a song like one of those street corner quartets about how proud they were that they held the world record for eating the most hair, or something like that, something that is not revolting in and of itself--but when... you eat it, becomes revolting. And uh, They were so proud of this, but they were also vomiting uncontrollably as they sang, and getting physically more grotesque as the song went on until the end they look just, you know, like wrinkly lumps of gray clay with slime on them and stuff. So anyway, call me back. bye!
I have the best friends, and apparently they can tell me anything.
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