Y'all,
I had a dream two nights ago that I was skiing with a bunch of people I knew but instead of the icy slopes, it was a concrete sidewalk. Despite the apparent lack of physical possibility of both me skiing and the slipperiness of the concrete, I was having a great time because everytime I had to make a turn, I just jumped the curve and managed everytime to land back on track. I was going very fast. The best part was the flying feeling that I had. I would use my legs to steer in the air too. This is very relevant to our blog because I think the reason this happened was because I had 3 Miller High Lifes. Now I know this is a cheap beer, but it gave me a really awesome dream. Last night I did the same thing and lo and behold, I had a dream that I was a swashbuckler. There were guns, a council of underwater creatures, and swimming in a cove with a bunch of folks. So, if your sleepy time has been boring lately, I recommend the champagne of beers.
~The Narcoleptic Norweigan
P.S. I really had these dreams.
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The High Life: great dreams and hellacious hangovers...
I once drank a highlife... I also once walked in on my grandparents getting the freak on. Until now, I thought both memories had finally left my subconscious, I greatly appreciate you bringing them back for me. Why did you do that, why did you have to be like john... you ass.
damn Clayton, I'm sorry...
James, you inspire me to excellence.
James...stop smoking dope.
clayton, question. Was the bed squeaking louder than your grandparents?
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