You Are My Minions: My Dream

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

My Dream

I was rooting around in my bag and I found a pack of cigarettes and I was upset because they were shorties instead of 99s and then I remembered that I was lucky to have any cigarettes at all and I was happy. And then I knew the dream was over because I woke up and BFF was pointing and silently screaming while Digby and Atrios raped Glenn Greenwald while Obama held Greenwald's head, snarling, "Take that, Kitty Genovese," and I wasn't racist because Obama's cock was white. And then things got really weird because there was litter so I cried.

6 comments:

Sasha said...: Crap. This stupid comment thing won't work. Three times.

I wonder if the dream is one of those recurring ones.

xox; 10:16 AM
mistah charley, ph.d. said...: recently i had a dream in which hillary clinton told me she would be collaborating closely with ella fitzgerald from now on

'tis a puzzlement; 11:08 AM
Lisa McMann said...: My evil plan is working.; 4:43 PM
Whispers said...: gee that sounds like fun; 9:53 PM
Jim H. said...: As Bill Murray says in "Stripes": "I want to party with you."; 1:42 PM
mistah charley, ph.d. said...: i read that ella fitzgerald was the first lady of song

and carla bruni was the singer of first ladies

still not clear where hillary clinton comes in, though; 8:15 AM

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