"Shoot," Tin Tin thought. Ages passed by

  • "Shoot," Tin Tin thought. Ages passed by before he thought, "I shouldn't have taken that last toke. I think I'm too high." The beastly blunt made it's way back to him, "Uh...

  • uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." TinTin was so high, he couldn't speak. He just sat there for the loooongest time. The American Humane Association

  • was holding public speaking classes every Thursday evening and cancelled its Tuesday classes. TinTin could only make it to the Tuesday classes because he had Indoor rock climbing

  • Phobias and in the evening light the dorms looked like cloned El Capitans.

  • Climbing trauma is a terrible thing, combined with sonnambulism it can be life threatening. Cole woke in a small cot fastened to the exterior of the womans dormitory on the 20th fl

  • oor. Wiping sleep away, Cole looked over the side of the cot and saw the street 20 floors down. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, turning away. The cot rocked on the building’s edge, and Cole

  • felt himself slide over the edge and drop through space toward the oblivious traffic jam below. Cole wished he wouldn't have to die in his shabbiest pajamas. Just then, something

  • scooped him into an embrace from his fatal descent. A human? "YIKES," the redeeming figure chuckled. "Almost lost you there, didn't we?" Cole's wide eyes blinked. Who - or what was

  • My saviour? He, or it, loomed into view. It was Harry from Harry and the Henderson! Glancing down, I recoiled in horror. It had Kim Jong Un and Donald Trump for legs!

  • "Honey," I said, waking up, "I just had the strangest dream!" "Go back to sleep dear," replied Sloth from the Goonies, "my Barack Obama and Saddam Hussein arms need their rest."



  1. Woab Aug 16 2019 @ 16:31

    I hope I don't see the last two individuals described in the last two folds in my dreams tonight. *shudder*

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