Let me preface this by saying that I have no fear of any animal, insect, spider, retile, etc.----with one exception: I HATE RATS (and mice for the most part). When I was in college we had this rat the size of a tomcat fall out of the ceiling, eat our food and then confront me. Fuck, that sucked.

So probably inspired by modem's thread about the mouse, I had this dream last night that all these HUGE fucking vicious rats were all of a sudden in my house (the house was actually my childhood house that I lived in from ages 2-15---most of my dreams take place there for some reason).

So, anyway I had 3 other roomates--2 unrecognizables and Mark Clark (aka The Obner, aka T.K.O.C.F. aka a person I've never met or even given a second thought to); One of the guys is like "Lets fuck these rats up." I am so scared and running around looking for my golf clubs---I really want my 3 wood before I go into battle. Mark Clark runs up and is like "Here dude, use one of mine, its a righty but it'll work"

Then we absolutely mopped the floor with these rats using golf clubs as hockey sticks; basically slap shotting these nasty mother fuckers around the kitchen.

Thanks for bailing me out there, Mark..........

any time your roommate is the obner i would assume life is either a party or a freak show. maybe moreso the latter.

Was the monger next to him there as well? Did he have a weird clown like voice? Did y'all huff paint afterwards?

was it trying to get you to change your long distance proivider?

that dream is creeping me out. Now I'll end up repeating the infamous "wolf spider" dream tonight.

Mark comes thru again!

Speaking of rats in college, you remember Mavergames, Bloor? He used to work one of the dining halls, and he told me once that he got f'd up after work but decided to drive anyway... He went to get his car from behind the dining hall (read: dumpsters, food, rats), drives down the road, and noticed two things right away: a campus cop car behind him, and a gigantic rat on his dashboard. He said he'd left his window down or something... so he has this moment of "what the fuck do I do that will both get the rat outta here and not get me arrested?!!?" So he just has a moment of drunken clarity, rolls the window the rest of the way down, cocks his arm back, and full-arm smacks the rat out the window, hard as he can. He pulled it off.

Cap'n that might be the most terrifying situation i've ever heard of.

Speaking of dreams:
I dreamt last night that Sammy Sosa died, you were supposed to give the eulogy, Yail, and we got into a drunken fistfight because "I'm the Goddamned Reverend around here," only to have it broken up at the funeral by Sosa's Dominican friends, whom we then turned on in unison.

Strangest part: I was watching a Peter Jennings "Breaking News Report" of the situation in a bar.

Don't go to sleep with headline news on, I guess?