Just so everyone knows how messed up my mind is: I had a dream last night that my dad was taking my brother to an XTU concert, but my brother refused to let me go. Instead, I helped Ryan Reynolds do his shopping at Wal Mart, but all he was buying were different colored fake beards...like, 40 different fake beards. Then a lady with a baby in her cart got angry that we had two carts and started ramming her cart into ours to try and get us to leave one cart behind. What the hell, brain? Why do you think of this crazy stuff while I sleep?
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 22:55:06 +0000
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