Sung to Sleep
I was sung to sleep by a three piece harmony of snorers last night.
One had marbles in his throat and a blow hole. The marbles would shoot out of the blow hole and land right back where they came from. Gurgle, pop, gurgle.
The second… I can only deduce that he ate a roast beef sandwich too fast and forgot to chew a piece, thus causing it to wrap itself around his tonsils. Imagine the sound of a chainsaw going into a Butterball turkey.
The last had a cold which led him to sneeze, wheez, and then nose whistle.
I’m on the phone with record companies right now trying to get them signed.
