Dream so real...


Last night I dreamt I was at a dinner party at Mr. T's house.





Things were going fine. He showed me his new car, complete with chains. The tires were bald, except for a strip down the middle. We sat down for dinner and were having an enjoyable time. That was until that jackass Bobby Brown showed up with his bitch wife and started fucking with stuff.

I'd like to point out here that no one invited them. They just showed up.

Things got ugly. Words were said. Feelings hurt.

This year they aren't invited to Thanksgiving. In fact they aren't invited to anything, ever.

Punk ass bitch.

Posted: Thu - June 12, 2003 at 04:54 PM        

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