May 18, 2010

Ramblings from the mouth of a sleepy buddhist

I talk in my sleep. Not just the mumblings and muffled speak that some people make, but apparently clearly formed conversations. For that reason, I'd make a terrible spy. Oh well, I guess that alternative career is out.

Last night HippieHusband told me that I said the following,

"You're the Stay puff marshmellow man, dude. You're all fuckin' puff and no substance."

Wouldn't you like to know who I was talking to?
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