Late dinner last night of a cheesy omelette with salsa. Washed down with a hot-chocolate and whiskey. Bad move.
Dreamt that there was a huge fire in the warehouse in the industrial lot across the street (doesn't exist), that I was calling the fire-department, and that a very loud fight in the stairwell between several hairy men was making it impossible to communicate effectively with a whispering fire-fighter on the phone. Rushed into the hallway naked and screaming. What ended the dream was a Trent Lott Pool Toy.
A Trent Lott Pool Toy?
I should not eat cheesy substances so late at night - not if they make me dream of Trent Lott Pool Toys.
Plus they give me gout.
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Fire, hairy men, pool toys, and nudity?
Fuck gout, you're just sick.
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