I had a dream last night, a rather violent one. I often have those where some bad guy gets his ass kicked by me.
In the dream, the guy was trying to hurt my sister, and I arrived in SS fashion on my black Gunnar Rock Hound, Equipped with a most badass ENO hub...so I got to the scene, pushed the guy off balance, got off my bike, and proceeded to kick his ass with the bike.
I grabbed the bike by the top tube and slammed it on the guy several times. Then my sister proceeded with kicking him on the head.
Pays to be Hispanic. Pays to have a sister as evil as me. Pays to be an SS rider. During all this, I had Bizarre Love Triangle playing in my head.
I also had a dream a few days ago where we were (some relatives) hiking in the woods, and a mt. lion came and grabbed Wilson, Heidi's dog, and I got to the cat, and slammed it to the ground several times, and then I killed it by ripping out its throat. EEK!
Then one time I had a dream that I had to take a dump. I went to the can to find a gnome pool party happening in the toilet. There they were, with their bling bling boats, topless chick gnomes (for being so little, they do pack some knockers), and the smell of alcohol. it angered me that they had an unauthorized party, I pooped on it…so I am a party pooper. HAHAHAHA!
Love me, for I am from Wisconsin
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