Sure, I dream of Pseu Braun. Who doesn't? Last night, for instance, I dreamt that I was in the big, white, split-level house with the view of the Verrazano Bridge and New York Harbor to the north, that Sluggo and I live in when I am dreaming, and I went downstairs in the morning and Pseu Braun was in the kitchen, just as happy as a gamecock, making breakfast. Two guys from a band from Belgium were staying with us, and they were there with their Parson Russell Terriers named Nipple and Mr. Crowder. Nipple had a little skin condition, nothing very serious, and I was about to recommend a veterinarian when my alarm went off and I woke up.
I think everyone should start documenting their Pseu Braun dreams. Maybe we can get a company of Pseu Braun Dream Reenactors to portray them during lulls in this year's Marathon. I'll speak to the proper authorities, and let you know.
I don't dream of Pseu Braun. But I do dream of Bronwyn C.
Posted by: | January 08, 2009 at 06:52 PM
I once had a Pseu Braun dream. She was doing and saying horrible things to me. It was awesome.
Posted by: | January 08, 2009 at 08:15 PM
Happy as a gamecock, my ass.
Posted by: Listener Maurice | January 08, 2009 at 08:56 PM
I dream of Pseu & Bronwyn. In the dream they call me "Tiger."
Posted by: bob | January 09, 2009 at 02:53 AM
Thanks, Maurice - I'll see you...later.
I woke up this morning, or at least *thought* I woke up. I drove an hour to work, unlocked my door and logged onto Beware of The Blog. Bronwyn had posted. I love her posts, but this one was weird, like some sort of inside joke designed to really alienate the readership...Jeez, she was posting about ME, in some sort of sexually repressed breakfast scenario involving The Dutch, a psoriatic dog and me acting fucking happy. My bladder felt full so I woke up, powdered drool on my forearm and decided that maybe in the future I'll only address Bronwyn with a measured "hey" and be on my way next time we cross paths.
Posted by: Pseu Braun | January 09, 2009 at 09:33 AM
Maybe they were Walloons
Posted by: bartleby | January 09, 2009 at 10:48 AM
Sometimes a Flem is just a Flem.
Posted by: Janey Yonkers | January 09, 2009 at 02:44 PM
i had a dream that pseu was doing and saying horrible things to me too.
Posted by: bryce | January 10, 2009 at 02:26 PM
A dog named Nipple? Genius. Then you could call your dog while on-air and say "Nipple, come!" and not get in trouble with the FCC.
Posted by: Kelly Jones | March 10, 2009 at 03:12 AM