Sleep, Really?
by Steve West on December 6, 2024

Recent conversation with Brenda:
Me: (after winning the wishbone break) Dead chicken says I get my wish.
Brenda: What did you wish for?
Me: What's your greatest fantasy?
Brenda: Fourteen hours of sleep followed by a buffet breakfast.
Me: Aren't you fortunate that I'm great in bed? I can sleep there all day.
Brenda: And then make breakfast?
Me: Hey, wait. Dead chicken said I won.
Brenda: Make sure he's on the menu.
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