Steve and I were being arrested at a bed and breakfast because I pushed a girl who was at the party. The girls boyfriend was an idiot and I told her he was an idiot not realizing it was her boyfriend. She got mad and told me some things so I pushed her. The cops came to get me. Steve and I decided to escape through this really tiny window in our room but I kept forgetting things and had to climb back through . I had too much stuff and Jennifer Anniston told me so when she tried to escape as well. Steve went ahead and Jennifer and I disguised ourselves to get more stuff that I left but then we lost each other. I don’t remember what I wore but Jennifer was dressed as a mariachi woman. I made it through the tiny window again but once in the woods, I realized I grabbed an old purse from the seventh grade and didn’t have my regular purse with my cell phone and wallet, so I couldn’t find steve. I was then wandering in the woods. I had to get back into the tiny window. I then met a man hiking who asked me to get a beer with him at the same bed and breakfast . I’d get a beer and grab my real purse and then run . Since I had my exotic robe on, I felt no one would recognize me and I could finally escape.
So what happened to Steve in the end?
…I’m still waiting to hear what happened with Ellen and The Pakistani…
I had a dream that I had chocolate chips. Sigh.
I had the same dream.
And when i woke up, the rabbit’s cage was still dirty.
Close call there.
I had a dream. Crazy dream. Anything I wanted to know, any place I needed to go.
Hear my song. Peoplerrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppp…
::burpo gets The Hook::
You know what I hate the most? When I show up in class, completely naked, to present an oral exam in front of everybody, and suddenly realize that I’m not actually dreaming.
So, the OP left Jennifer Anniston in the woods? Huh.
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Bet that doesn’t happen often.
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I wonder if she’s thinking, “Girl, I help you move, I even dress up in this Stupid mariachi costume because You think it’s a good idea, and you Ditch me here!? That’s It, B-tch. We’re Done!”
I had a dream that I was a muffler on at 1957 Chevy. Actually it was more of a nightmare with all the noise, heat, smoke, and odors. I slept so badly that I woke up exhausted.