I Had A Dream
No seven fat cows getting chased by seven mad cows, no sirree, not for me. No, I get a dream of driving very slowly around a vaguely New Orleans-esque neighborhood in a big mid 60s open-topped highway cruiser, idly waving to the odd mix of folks in their yards and conversing with them in some sort of mumbled patois as I roamed about looking for Julian Assange.
I don’t know where to begin…
With a handy-dandy cup of decaf latte on your hand?
DECAF!!!!!!!
I was thinking more along the lines of Jim’s Chocolate vodka…