Oh, sure, Ray. Blame the dog.

[captainsblog]

I awoke an hour ago with a fully-formed comic Hamlet having just been performed inside my subconscious head.

There were many jokes, puns and inside references to various versions. Including a character, much in the vein of Sir Toby Belch, who was quite probably named Sir Barry Flatulence because of his, shall we say, aroma.

Once awake, I realized just how life imitates fart: Tasha the dog, sleeping several feet away from me, had been putting out some epic pooties.

A match, a match, my kingdom for a match.

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[angledge.livejournal.com]

hotpantsgalore didn't really like the eggplant parmesan I made for dinner last night, so she fed some of hers to Shadeaux.

Epic fail. The dog farted alll night long.

[firynze.livejournal.com]

I once woke up with a fully formed Batman opera in my head.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

O Holy Night, Batman!