I walk into our bathroom...
Me: "Morning Monkey, how did you sleep?"
Monkey:" I had a horrible dream right before I woke up, I think it was because if you..."
Me: " come on, what did I do now?"
Monkey: "well, I had this awful dream that Paul Giamatti was chasing me..."
Me:"why was he chasing you? and how is Paul Giamatti my fault?"
Monkey:" I don't know, but Paul Giamatti was on this big ass tractor chasing me around, it was so loud."Me: "what do you mean loud?"
Monkey: " when I woke up, I realized the noise was still coming, and was a little freaked out. Then I realized it wasn't Paul Giamatti chasing me on a tractor, but you riding the rollers making the noise."
Me: "err. sorry babe... Paul Giamatti huh?"
might be time to service my rollers, or at least take any Paul Giamatti movies off of our netflix queue.
thanks for reading.
respect.
fatmarc
4 comments:
Marc with a c, reading your blog kicks the living shit out of every thought in my head. I find myself laughing hysterically, day dreaming, and relating all while reading. Its emotional, and often, its motivating. Thank you man. I love you man.
Well, Zach took the words out of my mouth (off my keyboard?). Crappy day at work--this post made it instantly hilarious. Thanks! Peace--
awesome.
umm, how do you service the rollers? mine are loud as shit too.
heh heh
service your rollers. . .
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