No More Nachos Right Before Bed

So, two nights ago (oops, forgot to blog this yesterday), I had a very odd dream. The only part I can remember now is that my best friend from college and I were on this island and ended up in this funky little 1960s ranch-style home with, like, the best dish collection EVER.

My best friend disappeared. I got distracted going through the piles and piles of fantastic dishware. Upon being reunited with my friend, I learned that she had had sex with a transvestite, "Edna," who lived in the home.

Edna looked like a real-person version of this:

[Image from the Comic, Single and Looking]

*shudder*

Comments

  1. foolery6:11 PM

    Were you at least able to steal a sugar bowl?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Only me2:32 AM

    Who sent you that picture of me?

    ReplyDelete

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