The Buckets by Greg Cravens for April 07, 2016
Transcript:
Last night I dreamed we visited Paris. Of course, in the dream, the Louvre wasn't there, or the Eiffel tower, and the people were, I dunno, bunnies and hamsters. So the whole time, we were bending close to hear their tiny French voices. Then they'd bite our years and get tangled in my hair... Don't you think it's romantic that I dream about visiting Paris?
We are not hamster. Grumpy as New Yorkers, maybe, but not hamsters. Signed : a Parisian (laughing)