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.
1 comment:
Hard to believe they ever survived in the wild, isn't it?
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