2007sep09. In the resulting confusion I forgot all about international treasure b3ta.com. Take for example sleepwalking. Chok full o’ sleepwalkin’/talkin’/etcin’ goodness.
I woke up fully dressed but with all my clothes on inside out, no shoes, socks that had no feet in them (+ very sore and cut feet) and a garbage bag that contained 800 cigarettes, 10 copies of the local Sunday paper and 2 large pizzas. I checked my wallet, found that I had about $65 more than I started out with. Where I woke up was the strange part though, on a jetty in a little fishing village, 260 km from home.
Sleeping Husband: I’m going for a 70s wee.
Awake Me: What’s a 70s wee?
Him: A wee with flares on.Mid game, one of the sleepers suddenly sits bolt upright and screams, at the top of his lungs, “POUND OF APPLES. POUND OF APPLES. WALKING DOWN THE STREET WITH HER KNICKERS ‘ROUND HER ANKLES.” There was silence, as we all stared at him. Then; “Fucking hell,” said he, as he lay down and slept again.
