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Happy birthday burg!




File this in either the "Fucked up dreams" cabinet, or the "Methadone is Overrated" folder, take your pick:

I had a dream the other night I was giving a sales pitch on a product that i wasnt able to figure out just what it was. I was in a Los Angeles hotel. The room was small yet crammed with people. Then my foot hurt, so I was rushed to the Emergency room where I was told I had to be admitted and have my "Right Paw Amputated" the next morning. In my hospital room, I called Ceara on my cell phone and told her I was in the hospital. She said she would come visit me someday, and I told her to bring her friend Monique. 5 minutes (wtf?) later, she waltzes in my Hospital room with Monique. Now here is where it gets weird....

Ceara tells me I look really cute in my Hospital jammies...I said to Monique "You have nice feet". I then asked her to go get me a pizza because in the hopsital, you become delirious from food deprivation (hospital food sucks.) Monique brought me back a pizza while Ceara just disappeared. I start to eat my pizza when my Doctor comes in and says "MR Burglar! We cant cut off your foot now, you are eating!" "But the operation isnt until tomorrow?" I say, but they take my pizza away anyway.

All of a sudden, Monique goes to my doctor, "Hey i know you from Niteflirt!" My doctor is humiliated and storms out of the room. Monique calls ceara on the phone and tells her what happened. Ceara is now, somehow, back in Oregon and asks me on the phone "So who is going to cut your foot off now? Smelly monkey?" At that moment, my foot falls off and I wake up.....

Anyone care to interpret this baffling sequence of brain waves? I am totally Flummoxed....


FYI -- my right foot/paw is ok.
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