The Plan (Or, Why Sleep Deprivation Is Bad)

This is an example of what sleep deprivation can do to a person:

Chatter A: i am looking forward to the civil revolution.

Chatter B: I muddle up my life plenty well enough on my own. I don't need my country to drag me down even more, thank you very much. We'll be too old to fight.

Chatter A: i could still take out a lefty from 50 yards with the right caliber and scope...

Chatter B: We should just move up [north] and sit around watch it all unfold in our Golden Years. Beer, civil unrest, whiskey, cigars, our golden girls... Life will be good. We'll have to come up with a scoring system.

Chatter A: we will turn it into our own compound.

Chatter B: Sweet. We have to come up with a cool name for ourselves.

Chatter A: definitely

Chatter B: How about, "The Anti-Leftist-Anti-Commie-Bastard Conservative Compound for People Who Aren't Dumb?" Or, "The Camp," for short. I like the term, "think tank," but by that age, I'll be finished thinking, I think.

Chatter A: yeah, we would have to make it inconspicuous to keep under the radar. And of course organize it to fit under one of the government programs to exist without paying taxes. some sort of not-for-profit organization that helps battered south african wildebeasts native to the deserts of arizona.

Chatter B: That's a good plan. It's so crazy, it just might work. We need to recruit giraffes. I hear they keep wildebeasts in check. Giraffes like coffee. We will need carafes for the giraffes. Giraffes do not like to be made fun of, so we will need to post signs. "Do Not Harrass the Giraffes." I'm a much more creative thinker when I'm tired.

Chatter A: crazy? crazy is not helping those poor things out and creating a safe haven. crazy is sitting back and not doing something to help better our planet by thinking that for some reason we are better than they are and deserve nice things while they walk around with nothing.

Chatter B: They do have their fur. I covet their fur. That must be worth something. There's nothing like a handmade, craftily woven wildebeast tophat.

Chatter A: i would ride the [dune] buggy between the giraffes legs.

Chatter B: That could be a game, too. We could use the giraffes as goal posts and practice PATs. The wildebeasts could take the snaps.

Chatter A: we could have a hungry lion caged up and let him loose to feed if we get bored.

Chatter B: Especially if the giraffes overpopulate.

Chatter A: everybody loves a mauling

Chatter B: We should build retail shops there, too. Let the lion loose. We'd have our own shopping maul.

Chatter A: genius