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…

2 Responses to “I Had A Dream”

  1. Fausta says:

    With a handy-dandy cup of decaf latte on your hand?

  2. Mr. Bingley says:


    I was thinking more along the lines of Jim’s Chocolate vodka…

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