Get this. I napped today. Had myself a dream. Some things happened. Went to my kitchen. Shelves are covered in nanners. Approximately fifteen bunches per shelf. Some of em even bunching where shelves dont go. Come to find out Eric Allan bought them all. On account of them being on sale. 25 cents a bunch, he says. 25 cents a bunch. So in this dream, I am enraged. Because the nanners are gonna rot. On account of he cant eat them all. So I start downing nanners like crazy. Were talking fast with, like, three Ss. Its a regular nannertrain barreling down mpipe. And about sixty nanners in, I get sick. So I start screaming profanities at Eric because he always buys too much food. And thats when he tells me this was all part of his plan. Enjoy your vomit, bro, he smiles as he skateboards past me with new tattoos. Dream Eric is a dick.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 02:23:33 +0000
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