Dirty, Rotten, Site Name
I tape recorded my recollections of two dreams I had this morning.
Dream one: I was in one of my friends houses and I got robbed by two
guys posing as mailmen. They tied me up with duct tape after my friend
left to go to some Music Festival.
Dream Two: I was in my room and woke up to SUPER LONG HAIR that was 6
inches longer than it had been the day before. I remember thinking,
“Damn! How did my hair grow that fast?”
I also dreamt that I was Han Solo in Star Wars, but that’s pretty
normal for me.
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Steve took the liberty of using pieces of masking tape with the word
“anus” printed on it to mislabel some of my DVD’s in a comical
fashion.
Ghostbusters = Anus Busters
Fight Club = Anus Club
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels = Dirty Rotten Anus
etc.
I must have a super low tolerance for sugar or something, here’s a
conversation I had with a waitress at Calhoun’s that I believe was the
result of sugar-induced Intoxication:
Waitress: “Would you like any dessert?”
Me: (Put arm around man next to me) “This guy…would like a Sloppy
Cream Sundae!”
Waitress: “We don’t have that.”