ok, so there I was sitting in the bathtub… mixing an absinthe ( for the record I have never in real life imbibed absinthe)… I had my sugar cube on my little slotted spoon and was adding water when my cat bumped my arm… causing me to spill the drink into the tub. To some this would’ve been a major calamity… not to me! I decide, WTF, I’ll just mix a bathtub full! So… There I was… sitting in about a foot of absinthe in the tub with a silver slotted shovel fulla sugar, and I reach up to turn on the cold water… to mix in the sugar… and huge chunks of foam rubber (like 2 foot cubes) start coming out of the faucet… as I throw the foam out of my drink/bath I notice that books are now coming out WITH the foam. First they were the dirty western I remember seeing on the “swap a book” used bookstore shelves back when I was kid… then text books and technical manuals… then I woke up.
so, dream analyzers… am I just losing my already tenuous grasp on the frayed ends of sanity, or what?
Vell, you haff gay tendencies. Zat is vy you said absinthe in place of absence. You schtink and you are in need of a bath. Yet you schtill want to haf sex vid vomen, zis explains zee sugar und slotted spoons. Or perhaps you like horses and then that vould explan so much sugar. You are unable to aproach real partners so you supply foam rubber for making them.
zee fact zat zere were books und foam rubber just as zere ver ven you ver a child looking zrough “Svap a Book” book schtores leads me to believe you haff unhealzy zoughts about one or boze parents.(zee “svap a book” needs much more indepth analysis)
Zee technical manuals say you lack experience.Vat troubles me is zere ist no cigar. Nicht, keine, zed.