Don’t ask.

February 19, 2009

I dreamt that That Dumb Bitch tried to anger me by building an underground salad dressing factory. But I found a lawyer wearing a jacquard waistcoat, and we had her successfully prosecuted under the Subterranean Viscous Fluids Act.

I dreamt that I was dating President Obama.  “We could go to a movie!” “I can’t do that, for many reasons.”


One Response to “Don’t ask.”

  1. fig said

    The SVFA’s got teeth, baby. It’s how they got Capone.

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