...then so am I.
He's an F18.
I'm a B52.
No, not one of those.
One of those.
...but I have to admit - I don't get crap done during naps.
He's a High Priest Vatican Assasin Warlock.
I'm a....uhm...I'm....ok, Charlie that was a good one. Give me a minute...I am...Tryptophan...from yo Thanksgiving turkey.
Gobble, Gobble, Cluck, Cluck your truck is stuck in some muck.
Oh yeah, let's see you stay awake to watch some crap Lions game when I drop a sleep biz-omb on yo ass.
BOOM! Tryptophan Magic. Nighty Biz-by Baby.
It's tough one-upping The Sheen on crazy...but I might be up to it.
Your move Charlie.