A couple times a week, wifezilla is already sacking zees when I get to bed. She frequently talks in her sleep, and when she does, she's often nearly coherent, so that I have a hard time at first figuring out whether she's making fun of me, or just unconscious. They can be some of the most wonderfully bizarre conversations I ever have.
Every time it happens, I promise myself I'll remember it. Then I fall asleep and the next morning, all I can remember is that the conversation was weird.
So tonight I ran downstairs to blog it while I remember it.
WIFEZILLA: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
TACO: [gets into bed]
WIFEZILLA: Why is your bra on my head?
TACO: What?
WIFEZILLA: Why is your bra on my head?
TACO: My what?
WIFEZILLA: Your bra. Why is it on my head?
TACO: I don't have a bra.
WIFEZILLA: Well, you do now, Bra-Head.
TACO: Wait, why am I Bra-Head if the bra is on your head?
WIFEZILLA: Quit it.
TACO: Quit what?
WIFEZILLA: Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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3 comments:
That is so many levels of funny. Also, for coming up with the work somniloquy, you get my sex.
*hands you his sex*
Yay sex! *sticks your sex in his pocket*
Quit it, Bra Head!!
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