So I'm watching teevee and doing Happy Hour, and I hear this sound like a screaming rubber chicken imitating an air raid siren. If you can imagine air trying to escape from a constipated whoopee cushion, with long pauses between efforts, it's sorta like that.
I pause the show.
Silence.
Resume show.
Screaming-rubber-chicken-air-raid-siren, only this time it sounds like the chicken's being strangled with its beak up to a microphone.
Pause.
Whoopee-cushion-in-desperate-need-of-Ex-Lax.
This, my friends, is the sound of my cat snoring.
I'm almost afraid to go to bed now.
13 May, 2009
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Hard to believe they ever survived in the wild, isn't it?
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