'Neath the bed
Whenever I write in this journal, I am reminded of the evil clown that lurks beneath my bed.
Every night, at about 2 AM, he crawls out and begins to play his barrel organ. I really hate it when he does that because the music causes the evil organ grinder monkey to wake up. Then he jumps up and shoves his tiny fez in my face, begging for spare change.
Unfortunately, the smell of the fez summons the evil Shriners that also dwell under my bed. Let me tell you, they are a force to be reckoned with.
They drive out in there little cars with the musical horns, following the evil clown around in hopes that he'll start a parade.
The Shriner's musical horns wake Scott Baio up and he crawls out from under the bed and starts sobbing. (I haven't figured that part out yet either...)
So all these evil characters (And Scott Baio) are running around in my room and reeking havoc. The Shriner's are crashing into the clown, making his music sound awful. The grinder monkey is humping Scott Baio's leg, making him cry harder while singing the Charles in Charge theme.
Then, by 5 AM, they all quiet down and return to the depths of the alternate dimension under my bed. I wouldn't mind it all so much if the ruckus didn't wake the short tempered, cross-dressing llama that I keep in my closet.
He can be such a bitch if he hasn't had his beauty sleep.
-Mandy the forced insomniac
Every night, at about 2 AM, he crawls out and begins to play his barrel organ. I really hate it when he does that because the music causes the evil organ grinder monkey to wake up. Then he jumps up and shoves his tiny fez in my face, begging for spare change.
Unfortunately, the smell of the fez summons the evil Shriners that also dwell under my bed. Let me tell you, they are a force to be reckoned with.
They drive out in there little cars with the musical horns, following the evil clown around in hopes that he'll start a parade.
The Shriner's musical horns wake Scott Baio up and he crawls out from under the bed and starts sobbing. (I haven't figured that part out yet either...)
So all these evil characters (And Scott Baio) are running around in my room and reeking havoc. The Shriner's are crashing into the clown, making his music sound awful. The grinder monkey is humping Scott Baio's leg, making him cry harder while singing the Charles in Charge theme.
Then, by 5 AM, they all quiet down and return to the depths of the alternate dimension under my bed. I wouldn't mind it all so much if the ruckus didn't wake the short tempered, cross-dressing llama that I keep in my closet.
He can be such a bitch if he hasn't had his beauty sleep.
-Mandy the forced insomniac
