Sep 27, 2008 12:04
I can do it. I will do it nine times.
A perfect ten.
Turn it up to eleven.
Add to this week's string of bizarre dreams:
Last night I was a fugitive from the law. At one point there were cowbells. And a pink sweatshirt. And my dad didn't like my music. And Tony was my little brother, not my big brother. And the Obamas did some pretty sweet
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Now barack it out
West side barack it out
Southside barack it out
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