I'm so glad I shared my sleep disorder with my caring and understanding friends...
Night. Sean lies asleep, snoring loudly, while a monkey rummages through his CD collection. The sound of whispering gradually filters into his brain. His eyes open, and he wakes with a shriek (sorry, manly bellow) at the sight of Steph, billytea and ND all staring at him intently.
billytea:
"You know, you're right. You
do
snore very loudly."
NoiseDesign: "Poke him with the stick again, Steph."
Steph: "Sean, why is your hand in a glass of warm water?"
I'm expecting I'll have to take Sunday a little easier.
Deena can stay at home and poke Sean. Sure, it's no wine country tour, but it's something.
I shared my bulimia and was sent a box of barf bags.
What's your issue?
Now that you mention it, I have a phobia about... um... let's say flat-screen televisions. Yeah, that's it. Flat-screen TVs.
t looks around hopefully
Shared it? Half the people here already
knew.
t looks at thread title
Hey, now -- I suggested the helper monkey out of pure goodhearted caring for Sean's health. If he stopped breathing for long enough, badness would ensue. The monkey would prevent badness by poking Sean to roll over or wake up if he stopped breathing for too long.
Man. I bet Mother Theresa's suggestions weren't met with derision....
Man. I bet Mother Theresa's suggestions weren't met with derision....
How often did Mother Theresa recommend helper monkeys?
Who poke people with sticks, no less.
How often did Mother Theresa recommend helper monkeys?
Oh, all the time! Can't do housework because of leprosy-related missing limbs? Helper monkey! Can't remember to take your malaria medication? Helper monkey! Members of higher castes than your own sneer at you? Helper monkey = guaranteed poop-flinger.