Sweet dreams are not made of a breakfast burrito right before bed

by statia on August 5, 2004

I had a nice case of pizza dreams last night. I’m sure that the few bites of breakfast burrito had a little something to do with it. I pretty much passed the fuck out last night, but woke up at 4:30 am, extremely confused and looking for G-man. There’s nothing worse than having a dream where they’re going to take your dog away and put him to sleep because you’re going to jail and he’s going to die anyway. Wtf? Seriously, where does this shit come from????


Solonor August 5, 2004 at 7:40 pm

Who shot who in the what now?

Deltus August 5, 2004 at 8:19 pm

Just wait until you have kids, and you wake up from a dream where one of them was playing and ran off a cliff or something. You wanna talk about your heart skipping a beat. Yoish!

The Meeeeester August 5, 2004 at 8:28 pm

I bet G did some Jedi Mind Trick to make you want him up on the bed with us. He is tricky like that. Just like he will blow ass to clear the room or sniff the skid mark he just laid on the carpet to make me shoot milk out my nose.

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