Last night, I dreamed Charlie Sheen was trying to get me to help him steal drugs and hide money. For some reason, the money was in the form of a $10,000 check. I successfully hid the check in a super secret place...my wallet..., but I forgot where I hid the drugs. Luckily, the drug guys and the police who were chasing us didn’t care about me, they were only after Charlie.
When I got bored with Charlie’s bullshit, my dream changed to me hanging out with the boy next door who I grew up with. We got married, but I kept forgetting to tell people I was married. Probably not a good way to start a marriage.
With all the running around with Charlie Sheen and the stress from my secret marriage, I woke up feeling like I had been...well...running from the cops with Charlie Sheen and hiding a secret marriage all night.
Thanks a lot for ruining my sleepy time, Charlie Sheen, and sorry about the whole secret marriage thing, Steve.
3 comments:
Guffawing. Once again.
I also maintain that if you dream about work, you should be paid overtime, or, at least, be given comp time.
Yeah but, were you one of his "goddesses" ?
It's probably best if you weren't...
Gnightgirl, I agree!
Bill, no. More like accomplice.
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