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purple pants with blue socks

so i just thought of a great line to a song that billy and i will never finish:
"the wind's blowing like my life."

let's leave it like that. how could we possibly top that line with other words? maybe that can be the beginning to our "migraine" song, or however you fucking spell it.

i saw some commericial today for toilet paper where these cartoon bears were in the forest. there was a mommy bear and a baby girl bear, taking shits. seriously. and then the mommy bear gives her daughter or lover or whatever some toilet paper to wipe her ass with. and then they stand up and dance around the forest wiping their asses. i swear this is a real commericial. i couldn't even make this up if i wanted.

i had such a strange dream last nite. i dreamt that i was watching godfather (pt.1) but the scenes were not the real scenes. instead, there were these 4 unknown characters who were running around this playground beating the shit out of all these kids. this goes on for some time until finally the cops come and the 4 dudes run their separate ways. this one guy ends up jumping fences and running through a field and climbing up this mountainside or something until he gets to this giant house. he then sneaks into the house through the garage and is just looking around, not even really attempting to steal anything but just looking. then out comes this freakishly giant man who somehow lives in this giant house on his own. really not sure how he can afford that kind of rent. the giant beats the shit out of the other guy and forces him to be his house slave, beating him constantly. seriously wierd. and the giant won't let him leave. the giant even rapes the other dude. now rape is always bad, especially when it's by a giant. could you imagine? finally, the guy escapes and goes back to the playground and meets up with his other 3 buddies. and then the movie cuts to the real godfather (pt1) scene where that guy gets his hand stabbed down to the bar top and is strangled to death from behind. then i woke up.

now what the hell does this dream mean? it was so wierd. i don't really care to analyze this one. feel free to tell me how this dream means i'm gay or something... gay.

i had dinner tonite with duck and his parents. they are crazy. i can just tell duck enjoys being with his parents like i enjoy mine.

bingo.

posted by fillshe @ 2:21 AM