The Good Times Are Killing Me
It's official. I have had the worst dream ever:
I dreamt I was one of the adopted children of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.
Not cool, man. Not cool.
I will blame this 100% on the fever that's rocking my body right now. My body's an inferno. I woke up in a pool of sweat and I'm nursing one of the biggest feverblisters of my life. It's so ungodly big, I can't close my mouth. I guess all of the good times have finally caught up with me.
Or maybe french kissing a duck was one of the worst ideas ever.
Doesn't this actually look strangely like me?
I dreamt I was one of the adopted children of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.
Not cool, man. Not cool.
I will blame this 100% on the fever that's rocking my body right now. My body's an inferno. I woke up in a pool of sweat and I'm nursing one of the biggest feverblisters of my life. It's so ungodly big, I can't close my mouth. I guess all of the good times have finally caught up with me.
Or maybe french kissing a duck was one of the worst ideas ever.
Doesn't this actually look strangely like me?
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