dearest friends,
the last two nights in a row i've had weird dreams about our pal kenny taylor.
saturday night, i dreamt i was really, really loaded and kenny was giving me a hug to chill me out. okay, so that's not weird at all; in fact, it might actually even happen some day.
last night, though, i had this dream there was this big fish, and it was dead. i thought it was taxidermied, because it was in a glass display box. but then kenny tried to take it out of the box, and all its guts came out its mouth, and its guts were still all wet and squiggly, and also they were very strange shapes. furthermore, there were two live crabs living in this dead fish's intestines, and its intestines didn't even look like intestines anyway, they were more like, well, forget it, i'm not even going to try to describe it. but anyway, kenny was very apologetic for spilling the fish's guts out its mouth. he said it was an accident.
what the fuck is that supposed to mean? should i be freaked?
the last two nights in a row i've had weird dreams about our pal kenny taylor.
saturday night, i dreamt i was really, really loaded and kenny was giving me a hug to chill me out. okay, so that's not weird at all; in fact, it might actually even happen some day.
last night, though, i had this dream there was this big fish, and it was dead. i thought it was taxidermied, because it was in a glass display box. but then kenny tried to take it out of the box, and all its guts came out its mouth, and its guts were still all wet and squiggly, and also they were very strange shapes. furthermore, there were two live crabs living in this dead fish's intestines, and its intestines didn't even look like intestines anyway, they were more like, well, forget it, i'm not even going to try to describe it. but anyway, kenny was very apologetic for spilling the fish's guts out its mouth. he said it was an accident.
what the fuck is that supposed to mean? should i be freaked?
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Don't get me started on dreams. I had a two gallon nocturnal emission last weekend.
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two, um, gallon? but how could your nutsack... ugh, never mind. :(
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things to be concerned about:
a) kenny, let's see more life in your fish next time, a'ight?
b) sig, why is your box so fragile?
c) kenny, what's with the crabs?
things to be grateful for:
a) kenny got the fish got out of the box before the guts came out
b) kenny apologized for his lack of control
things to do in preparation for the future:
a) always keep a 2 gallon fish sack under your pillow
why am i writing this...
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aaarrrwwwwwooooowwwwwwwhhhhh!
okay, so i just dreamt that zach and i were at kenny's house, and his mom started yelling at him, so zach and i left and went next door to zach's house, and when he opened the door, a big door ran out and bit me in the hand. -
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Was the door wearing a name tag and did it have a pocket protector?
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more useless bullshit from the department of illbilly mind control: last night, i had a dream about CRASH AND TOBY! this dream even involved a hot tub. and yeah, crash and toby and i were all in it. and it was fully of lovely bubbles, like a bubble bath. and i was high on--get this--salvia brownies. only illbillies make serve salvia brownies.
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Weren't we talking about hot tubs on Fri. night? I've been seriously jonesin' to get in one lately. You come up with one and I'll bake the saliva brownies. Toby can be our french maid with the champagne.
(He looks good in a dress, so it wouldn't be a stretch to have him put on a french maid's uniform)
-Yes, I've seen Toby in a dress.
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