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Just woke up from TWO spectacularly weird dreams!
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ren_sama and I purchased a tear down, ridiculously ugly house. which from the outside was all brown angles. We'd decided the best way to make money was to start flipping houses. o.0;;. Anyway, the spectacular weirdness picked up when Kevin Sorbo's Hercules appeared to help us remove the ugly tile in the bathroom, and then my step mom pulled up outside with an RV filled with former friends from middle/high school years. Who apparently had nothing better to do than to help fix up a tear down house. o.0;;
And before that, I was chasing down a villain in up at Candlestick (a stadium for you non-Bay Area peeps). It was a great chase scene, really- complete with moron partner who was trying to catch the guy by walking down the steps and wheezing, me eating a hamburger (definitely a turkey-burger, since that meat was so not beef) while skipping down the tops of the seats, and random audience members throwing out comments. Because the guy I was chasing? Was on a trick bicycle and was doing all sorts of crazy stunts on his way down.
My brain is a super weird placesometimes all the time.
In it,
ren_sama and I purchased a tear down, ridiculously ugly house. which from the outside was all brown angles. We'd decided the best way to make money was to start flipping houses. o.0;;. Anyway, the spectacular weirdness picked up when Kevin Sorbo's Hercules appeared to help us remove the ugly tile in the bathroom, and then my step mom pulled up outside with an RV filled with former friends from middle/high school years. Who apparently had nothing better to do than to help fix up a tear down house. o.0;; And before that, I was chasing down a villain in up at Candlestick (a stadium for you non-Bay Area peeps). It was a great chase scene, really- complete with moron partner who was trying to catch the guy by walking down the steps and wheezing, me eating a hamburger (definitely a turkey-burger, since that meat was so not beef) while skipping down the tops of the seats, and random audience members throwing out comments. Because the guy I was chasing? Was on a trick bicycle and was doing all sorts of crazy stunts on his way down.
My brain is a super weird place