Last night I dreamed Morgan Freeman and I were super tight friends. Or at least I thought we were, despite the fact he was thoroughly convinced my name was "Igor."
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"I'm a well-wisher, in that I don't wish you any specific harm." --Moe Szyslak
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5 comments:
S.W.E.E.T! i love dreams like that. angelina jolie are totally tight too....
i meant to say angelina jolie AND I are totally tight too. yeah, sucky one handed typing...
I wish I had good dreams like that instead of ones that leave me shaking with fear and unable to leave my house.
AWESOME! Hey, thanks for calling today - it made my day.
Oh, your dreams kill me. I am going to think of that whenever I see Morgan Freeman now.
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