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What are you dreaming about?
Didja ever have that dream where you’re a-walkin’, I say a-walkin’ down the side of the street and the mayor comes by in a chocolate parade float, and another guy, who may or may not be Dean Martin, pulls out a shotgun and shoots him, and chocolate gushes out of the mayor, covering the street, and then, y’know, as usual, King Kong eats Dean Martin and spits out the bones?
Whoa, that sounds totally awesome man. May I have whatever it is that you’re smoking?
So how does that dream go exactly?
Well, doesn’t it usually follow the dream where you’re in a secondhand bookstore with Audrey Hepburn in her lingerie, making out in the Ancient History section, when the books all turn to rubber crows and bump against you and Audrey (who by now has become Pamela Anderson, and lost her lingerie) until you both fall down into a suddenly appearing rabbit hole, and crash onto the Titanic with the iceberg leering down at you?
Does it?
Why not, my friend?
Do you mean to tell me you dream in the wrong order?
Well, I dream backwards. Is that a bad thing?
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?daerht siht daer yllanif scixelsyd naC
Ɔɐu ʎon ɹǝɐp ʇɥᴉs¿
Wht f w jst blnk th vwls?
What practical purpose would that have?
What impractical porpoise would that have?
Why does this seem a bit fishy?
There does seem to be a dolphinate change in theme, doesn’t there?
Does this represent man’s inhumanity to manatees?
Are you asking if this represents our inhumanatee?