Did you see the Kids In The Hall, Mark?
Yesterday, I woke myself up in protest at my dream being so racist, but then could remember no more of a why. (Wildcat strike* caused by racist motives one then struggles to articulate: how very now...)
Today, I woke myself up in protest at my dreaming such horrible puns**, specifically around arcane goldsmith practices judging the quality of our nation’s currency. Remain resolute that my sleeping brain was in the right to oust a waggish clown starting a music-hall routine about crucibles with the words "assay assay assay".
* Well it was certainly unsanctioned by union leaders.
** By way of comparison, am head-high proud of this week suggesting a young boy who liked sneaking into poker-dens and seeking out the company of older gentlemen (ahem), eventually being marked by the card experience, was a "Scabby Queen".
Today, I woke myself up in protest at my dreaming such horrible puns**, specifically around arcane goldsmith practices judging the quality of our nation’s currency. Remain resolute that my sleeping brain was in the right to oust a waggish clown starting a music-hall routine about crucibles with the words "assay assay assay".
* Well it was certainly unsanctioned by union leaders.
** By way of comparison, am head-high proud of this week suggesting a young boy who liked sneaking into poker-dens and seeking out the company of older gentlemen (ahem), eventually being marked by the card experience, was a "Scabby Queen".