The Demon of My Sleep requires me to list all the foods I've eaten in the last 24 hours. It requires this not in any spoken language, but a language of bodily shape. Namely my contorted, bloated, unconscious body, sprawled out, covers and intestines entangled into a new position for each psychotic word. I'm unsure if these hallucinations occur during REM or, as I suspect, in deep sleep, like all proper night terrors.
Thank you Mike for making your Explosive Bean Dip.
Task Cordinator for Chuck's Stomach: *Checks list* Nope, I didn't see four bites of Explosive Bean Dip.
Chuck's Esophagus: You had better check that list again, cause you're getting it - right before the turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, collared greens, cookies, chocolate, caramel pie, ham, turkey, chocolate... (He rattles this list for quite sometime)
Task Cordinator for Chuck's Stomach: Alright, alright, boys *he shouts to large intestine bacteria* we gotta break this stuff down fast, we got 186 more bites of food afterwards.
Johnson the Large Intestine Bacteria: Weeeee!
Task Cordinator for Chuck's Stomach: Johnson, Stop swinging from that long carbohydrate molecule and start making some methane, PRONTO!
And the discomfort begins.
Aside from the formula I can give about complex carbohydrate molecule expanding into various gasses rapidly I can only offer one more thought. The thought that plauges me now.
Every fart is a victory.
- 12/18/2005 09:42:00 AM
Sorry. I must have not been present to say "NO. That's a bad Chuck! Do you want to get us shot at!?" To all the intestinal bacteria... I am sorry for my failures.
Araithica - 12/21/2005 11:18:00 AM
Okay, now that is hilarious, however true. I apologize in my lack of sympathy, as I did not induldge in the explosive bean dip..However, I fear one amongst us is no longer breathing.. I felt the earth shudder in the dawn of the next morning. I can only surmise that the one I saw eating copious amounts of the explosive finally combusted.. *bows head* in a momment of silence...
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