What does it mean? Who was the mysterious victim of Doktor Dark's
rage?
It involved Rev. Egg Plant, who had come by my house late one aftarnoon, the
house I no longar own. Then all of a sudden, a trickal of SubG's started
showing up. It was around dinnar time and I wasn't prepared to feed them.
Yet I wanted to be a good host.
Then I started looking at all the food in my freezar to see what I could
prepare. There wasn't anything there. So I spent the next hour looking all
ovar the house for a blank sheet of papar with which to compose a SHOPPING
LIST. There was booze in the house, so the SubG impromptu guests were well
entartained as I sought to feed them somehow. They wouldn't miss me
frantically turning ovar the place to try to find papar for the shopping
list as they were getting sufficiantly lubricated on their own.
I decided, I don't know why, that PORK CHOPS was going to be on the menu for
dinnar. It was about 6:30 PM, and in my dream I was estimating it would
take me about a half hour to go shopping, then about a half hour to fry up
the chops for evarybody, and we'd be eating no latar than 7:30 PM when the
booze was projected to run out. I was really worried I'd starve all these
peopal if we didn't get dinnar by a reasanabal time.
Then I remembared I should add some side dishes, like a salad or something.
I remembar clearly wanting to add cucumbars to the list. Now that the list
was getting longar, it was moar and moar imperative for me to find papar to
write on!!!
IF OANLY I COULD FIND A BLANK SHEET OF PAPAR! All the littal pads in my
house that I found were all filled in with notes and previas scribblings. I
evan started tearing apart a magazine, looking for things like blue skies
and so on, which I could rip out and write my list upon. I was checking the
clock and it was getting latar and latar, 7:00, now 7:30, and the oanly
piece of papar I could find was this one sunset scene, big red sun on a
brownish sky.
I frantically started writing PORK CHOPS and CUCUMBARS in the lightar part
of the sky but the picture was too dark to read half the word and I was
afraid by the time I got to the store I would forget what I had writtan.
Luckily, I had to get up to pee. It was one of those dreams where you were
REALLY GLAD to wake up and find out the situatian wasn't REAL, like those
dreams where you get chased by the police or something and wake up and WHEW
it was a dream.
So I'm sorry to evarybody involved that I wasn't abal to be the PERFECT HOST
and serve you Pork Chops and Cucumbars. But I don't feel that bad because
you came in on me uninvited and drank up all my booze around there.
Aftar I came to my senses, though I realized what the cause of this dream
was. Just befoar I went to bed, I activated my screensavar. I had
accumulated all my X day and Devival pictures into a screensavar show and
let it play for about 15 minates because I hadn't looked at all these
pictures in several years. That series of images must have triggared the
dream.
Where the pork chops came from, I don't know.
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> Luckily, I had to get up to pee. It was one of those dreams where you were
> REALLY GLAD to wake up and find out the situatian wasn't REAL, like those
> dreams where you get chased by the police or something and wake up and WHEW
> it was a dream.
>
> So I'm sorry to evarybody involved that I wasn't abal to be the PERFECT HOST
> and serve you Pork Chops and Cucumbars.
That's OK. I drank all the 17 year old singal malt and peed in your
keyboard.
Sri Bodhi Prana
They came from Hour of Slack #1131
You're the Bilbo Baggins of the Church of the SubGenius, and Rev. Egg
Plant is Oin or Gloin or Bloin or somebody. Bring us meat pies.
next time you have a dream like that, in your dream condo, go to the
phone and call me and BIOU
we will bring you a feast to feed the subgenii with.
It would have been the logical thing to do. About twice a week, four
to six people show up at my house and I make dinner for them. I never
thought I'd have that grandmotherly power of "whipping up" dinner for
8 at the last moment, but there it is. I inherited the gene.
well if you want to hear weird, I had a dream last night, which I
don't remember most of, but I remember I was trying to find a piece of
paper to write on and I couldn't find one that didn't already have
writing on it. I remember I found one that was an old phone bill or
something, but the printing was pretty light and the font was skinny,
so I tried writing on it, but it was too hard to make out what I was
writing amongst the already-present text. Really, no lie ...
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
>>The firm truth is that I have defied belief
>>and orders from what I thought was the
>>government, aliens and system operators of
>>Earth my whole entire life and I have never
>>been killed - just bothered to a high degree
>>in my mind.
- Somebody walking the same streets you do, now.
:: Currently listening to Jaan Pehechaan Ho, 1965, by Mohammed Rafi, from "Gumnaam (Soundtrack)"
That's really weird.
I almost had a dream about
being an old phone bill on
someone's desk last night.
You musta been looking at X day pictures, too.
I DID go shopping today, and in fact, I bought myself a cucumbar. So if
anybody comes ovar today, they'll at least get that from me.
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I dunno, but what were you wearing?
I was wearing pork chops and a cucumber. Hey wait a minute. This
gets weirder all the time.
The permutations of the arrangement of that garb just boggle my mind
beyond belief.
The planes faling out of the skies means you are about to experiance
the "Thrill" of flying NorthWest Airlines!
How that guy got in Dr. Dark's Pajama's I'll never know! Probally why
Dr. Dark was kikcing his ass!
They where undercooked in my opinion!