Adrian talks in his sleep every once in a while, usually just to shout at me about how I come to bed too late and I’m too purple to be in the room anyway.
As weird and funny as Adrian occasionally is in his sleep, he’s got nothing on Sleep Talkin’ Man and his fantastic audio-recording wife. This guy is funnier in his goddamn sleep than I will ever be in my entire life. I was in tears rampaging through their archives this week.
The entries on this blog are short and are a fun, quick read. I will include a few here, but make sure to click over to STM to hear the actual audio of the famous Sleep Talkin’ Man and the conversations he and his wife have about the recordings the next day.
“They’re nunchucks, Grandma. You know— Ooh! You’re a natural! Like a wrinkly ninja. Oh, Grandma. Nunchuck skills… blatant racism skills… occasionally smelling of wee skills… can’t forget the hairy fucking mole skill.”
The text is hilarious. The audio is unbelievable. GO. NOW. READ.– Favorite Comment From The Last Post: From Leslie: “The Cloist (ered) Judges: Sean Connery (In The Name of The Rose, so he’s experienced), Priests who have been shuttled around from parish to parish rather than being prosecuted, any surviving male Kennedy, Sally Field Chairs – hard benches that squeak Premise: Which nun has the best body under the unflattering and voluminous traditional robes? Twists include possible trannies and an actual porn star getting back at her father. Host: Charlie Sheen”