I am enjoying “Sleep Talkin’ Man,” a blog from England who’s entire shtick is the documentation of a husband’s sleep-mutterings.  Good times.

Some of my recent favorites:

"My computer needs more power. Feed it chips. Lots of chips. With ketchup. Not mayonnaise."

"Why don’t you stand in fuck-up corner. You can stay there ‘til, I don’t know, I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-you ‘o clock."

"Why don’t you make your mouth useful. Say goodbye."

How can you not love it?