Man, just like Graham, I too had a dream. Except mine was made of balls.
Apparently, me and others -- Quinn and Ben were there -- were hanging out in a basement on a Sunday morning. We were all recovering from a night of partying far too hard (the last three words are probably redundant).
But, while Quinn and everyone else were playing Gamecube, I was battling with these giant, giant flies. They were perfect spheres. They bit me a few times, but, as I recall, the bites weren't painful because the flies had bad, dull teeth.
I finally killed one by putting it in a bag and suffocating it. I went upstairs, where I found Ben, who said he wanted to get some rest from all the Gamecube playing/hangovers. But, in a perfectly decorated living room -- filled with couches and chairs -- Ben chose to take his nap on the dining room table.
I digress.
My mother then flipped out at seeing a large bug. Fearing that it was the other giant fly -- there were two -- I turned around only to discover that it was a little crawly thing about 1/100th of the size of the flies. I quickly dispatched it.
I awoke, where I quickly discovered a text message from a friend. Some ------ had stolen an Obama magnet from her car.
Also balls. That's not change we can believe in.
Apparently, me and others -- Quinn and Ben were there -- were hanging out in a basement on a Sunday morning. We were all recovering from a night of partying far too hard (the last three words are probably redundant).
But, while Quinn and everyone else were playing Gamecube, I was battling with these giant, giant flies. They were perfect spheres. They bit me a few times, but, as I recall, the bites weren't painful because the flies had bad, dull teeth.
I finally killed one by putting it in a bag and suffocating it. I went upstairs, where I found Ben, who said he wanted to get some rest from all the Gamecube playing/hangovers. But, in a perfectly decorated living room -- filled with couches and chairs -- Ben chose to take his nap on the dining room table.
I digress.
My mother then flipped out at seeing a large bug. Fearing that it was the other giant fly -- there were two -- I turned around only to discover that it was a little crawly thing about 1/100th of the size of the flies. I quickly dispatched it.
I awoke, where I quickly discovered a text message from a friend. Some ------ had stolen an Obama magnet from her car.
Also balls. That's not change we can believe in.
while i appreciate the lolz roy orbison reference in this title, the balls / lolz (but mainly balls) dream stories have got to go.