Last night, I had a dream that I went to See John Cleese who was busking in Washington Square Park.
He recognized me from an episode of Murder She Wrote and came over to talk to me. I told him my hobby was my desktop rock garden.
He said he thought that was a boring hobby with no future and should take up the cymbals.
I thought that was good idea, but was worried about where I would practice since Sake Hausman was sleeping.
And then this guy was there.
And then I woke up. Or did I?
1 comment:
Perhaps you should stop spiking your nighttime tea with PCP.
Just a thought.
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