"Sandman Comeths"

I really wanted to continue my post schedule tonight, bu some cat who calls himself sandman is knocking at my door. I got to go and answer, so I will be right back. *Few Minute Pass*. Well, that was just a waste of time. The Sandman was the weirdest salesman I ever seen. First Off, who comes to someone's house at 11 in the night. Second, WHAT SALESMAN SELLS MATTRESS AT NIGHT. If you want someone to buy something, do it when I'm attentive. Third, the dude must've had a cold cause he was sneezing everywhere. He looked very fatigued so I hope he goes home to get some rest. Fourth, I can't...... What the hell, I feel my eyes becoming droopy, my brain powering down, and... DAMN IT, did i just fall asleep, What kind of sickness does that Sandman have. Well, before I slip into my dream palace, I have a message for my two readers: Don't answer the door late at night if you see someone dressed in pajamas trying to sell you some mattresses. He got some cold and , if sneezes or starts coughing, shut that door, before you *Yawnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn* slip into....................


(To my two readers, have a good night and will be back with two (YEAH, I said two) post.
So, peace to the nation, the people that represent, and those cats that never bug out to the extreme

Yo, If word is bond
then Q is gone)

P.S.: Hope I all this I am typing is not some, Sweet Dreams are of made of this, sh*t.

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