Last night I had a dream that I was playing Warren Buffett is a Scrabble competition.
He ended up winning, and took home the $1000 prize money. I was so pissed, I kept saying "Just take the fall Buffett! I need the money! You don't!"
He would hiss back through his teeth "But Enna, I need the prestige!"
He won, and he said he was going to use the money to make hookers fight to the death, and the winning hooker's prize was a chimpanzee. A gilded chimpanzee.
I was so mad that I punched Warren Buffet.
And that, my dear children, is why there is a fist-sized dent in the wall next to my bed.
Needless to say, the sleep/sedative pills the doctor gave me are doing jack and shit.
Oh Enna. What will we do with you. At least you didn't punch ERIC.
ReplyDeleteYeah...something tells me that would make Eric more than a little gwumpy.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, especially the hooker part.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that's a little glimpse into my subconscience I wasn't planning on showing anyone, but here we are anyhow.
ReplyDeleteSo......, it IS all about the hookers...
ReplyDeleteIT IS IT IS IT IS!
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