what the fuck is wrong with me

I can't punish someone for dreaming their dream.

Woah- I had a dream about Robotboy dreaming about Chase.

fp

you're dreaming someone else's dream. you i can punish.

i remember one part of the dream was that we were outside of some country gas station and 4 mexicans came up to us and played 'hey mister' for us to get them cigarettes. But these guys were in their 40's, and they gave us $70 and said "get us 2 packs." chase said "but you gave us $70. what fucking place do you come from where cigarettes are so goddamn expensive?" then they realized their mistake, gave us each 50 cents, and walked away

you should have smacked me. we could have gotten a case of boone's farm and parked in front of the high school.

Hey! That was my dream.

Shit. You be all freakin' out 'bout my every Friday night ritual:

11:00 Boone county Strawberry
11:30 Boone county Apple
12:00 Bloom county Billy and the Boingers book
12:00 Drunkenly dream of Chase

Shit. I had a dream about chase, too. We were sitting around in some board room trying to figure out whether I still worked for Blue Cross. But you looked like a 16-year-old.

i always thought that you'd picture me more like this:
[img][375:500]http://ramsites.net/~s2cegibs/shithead.jpg[/img]

You actually kind of looked like that, except with Hanson hair instead of poop.

there was so much more to this dream, but I can't remember too much. which sucks because all I remember was that it was really fucked up.