I can’t even begin to get this
Last night I dreamt that Vodo made me park Ruby and swim to Grumpy’s, fully dressed, while smoking a cigarette. Apparently Grumpy’s had been relocated on the shores of Lake What the Fuck and the blacktop that is usually there in back was turned into some sort of sandy beach complete with volleyball court.
Peabo did not find the swimming unusual at all. I was pissed because how can you enjoy tator tots while you are soaking wet? Then we had to got a meeting with my third grade teacher, Mrs. Clark to talk about making Charlie the Unicorn handbags.
Wolfdogg
August 31st 2008 - 1:30pm
Proof gin affects your brain for long periods of time.
Kids, don’t do gin. And stay in school.
Peabo
August 31st 2008 - 9:36pm
I’d pay money to watch you swim fully clothed with a cigarette in your mouth. I really would. Except, wait, do you take money? Rather, I’d pay you in gin.
And swimming to grumpy’s isn’t totally insane–we did it that one night. Actually, we swam FROM grumpy’s.
Jodi
August 31st 2008 - 9:39pm
You’re right! My subconscious must have been thinking of that night.
enaj
September 1st 2008 - 8:31am
I love hearing about dreams like this. Hilarious. Your brain made that story up to entertain (or confuse) you.