“Last
night I had a dream that I was eating a giant marshmallow. When I woke up, my
pillow was gone!”
So now we have established that you are ripping this
sucker apart like the Tazmanian Devil with a roast turkey. I would venture to
say that not long after beginning this novel meal, you would be working on the inside
of this once marshmallow-like pillow. At this point you should be dreaming that
you’re at the carnival eating a giant bag of cotton candy or going down on
Daisy Duck (me-ow, err, I mean ka-wack!),
depending on what your pillow is filled with.
To
which I respond: Who the fuck says “fangled” anymore? My spell check doesn’t even
recognize that as a word. I would be shocked and amazed if anyone old enough
to use that word could even find the power button on a computer let alone get
on the internet without calling their 6 year old great grandchildren for help. Oh,
and they weren’t invented (or at least not in wide usage, but I don’t feel like
looking it up.) when the joke was written, so bite me.
Now
let’s look at the line “When I woke up, my pillow was gone!”
Really?
That would be the first thing you noticed when you woke up? That your pillow
was gone?
Your
bedroom would look like somebody beat, raped, and strangled a goose. But the
first thing out of your mouth would be, “Hey, where’s my pillow?” Is that
normal for you? Do you live on a poultry farm or something? Okay, maybe you do. I’m sure somebody does,
so why not. But why are the feathers in your bedroom? You know what, never mind, I don’t even want to know. I’ll
just give you that point, okay?
I
would find it pretty incredible that you would be out and about to be making
jokes about it so soon after eating your pillow “Last night”. Maybe if you said last month, or even last week, I
could at least entertain the notion, but I’m just going to have to call
bullshit on that one.
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