Two night ago, I dreamt that Ron Paul was trying to kill me inside a video game. We were both real humans, but we were stuck inside a game. It was very Tron, except way more disturbing.
Last night, I dreamt that John McCain was trying to make out with me in my high school bedroom. Posters of Mozza on the walls and everything. I know for a fact it was influenced by this horrendo picture.
I swear to Maude, if I dream about Fred Thompson tonight, I'm not going to blog about anything but Ninja Warrior and The Office until 2009.
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