Man I hate it when I can't sleep.
And it's like a law that whenever I'm doing my best bed burrito, death roll crocodile impression, the Wife slumbers like a rock. A noisy, completely blissful rock.
It's only when I'm completely exhausted that really bad ideas come to mind.
- Why don't I do a parody of Bob Seger's Night Moves but call it Night Poots?
- Why don't I start a doggie day care?
- Why don't they play basketball this late at night on tv?
- Why don't we have a sleep number bed?
- Why didn't I drink more last night?
- Why don't they give Barack a weekly show?
- Why hasn't baseball started yet?
- Why don't they do a remake of Footloose? (too late)
- Why ask why?
- Why can't a vampire bite one of the Jonas Brothers?
- Why did Barack say there are no silver bullets? Now the werewolves will be fearless.
- Why do I have Big Country stuck in my head?
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Here's one from me that I KNOW you can't add...
"Why is that fucking moose bawling at 4am?! Are they planning a party in my yard?"
True story. I'm totally dysfunctional today.
PS. I love the whole song title thing. LOVE IT!
There's nothing wrong with Big Country being stuck in your head. Because they're Scottish. Yeah!
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