| | Edit: Everyone seems to be having so much fun with these freakin' questions. I realize I said no more for me, but consider this an open invitation for anyone who wants to ask me a set of questions to do so.
I had another bizarre dream last night. I wonder why I never have any normal/awesome dreams that involve me, Danica Patrick, and trading paint in turn four, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, it's me, Karen, and Colin Farrell, all dressed up in SWAT gear, with some other SWAT guys with us. We bust open a door with a battering ram, and run in like we're trying to find Elian Gonzalez's secret meth lab: flash grenades, guns blazing, laser sights, everything. We run into the bedroom, and it's Baldauff and Selby. We take them into custody. I wish I were making this up.
Now, I'm not close to Baldauff or Selbs at all. Hell, I barely know Selbs. I could understand Karen having a dream along these lines when they lived together, but this is just weird.
In other news, this weekend was amazing. Here's a recipe for a good weekend:
1) Have your best friend fly in from Houston on Friday
2) Make sure someone buys a keg Friday night
3)Kings
4)Make sure keg is floated
5)Wake up drunk, eat at Bob Evans on Saturday
6)Repeat 2-5
That pretty much sums up the entire weekend. My liver needs a break.
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