Dreamt that I was being held personally responsible for somehow damaging one of the Statue of Liberty’s Crown points. Unfortunately, those Freedom spikes are expensive, and I was struggling. So a sad man walks into to a bar (me), and right as I do, “Tuff Enough” starts jamming on the TV, and I’m like, “Yeah, alriiiight…” But then the Fabulous Thunderbirds themselves walk in right behind me, singing along to their own song. So I offer a round, and they accept. But the bartender looks funny after swiping my card. “Can I see you passport?” he asks. Seeing a red X from 2004, he says, “The church says you can’t use your debit card at a bar if your passport has ever been denied. Plus, says here you can’t pay for a damaged statue to your very freedoms?” I ask, “What’s the church got to do with my passport, my bank, and a ‘statue to my very freedoms?’ I just want to buy these guys a beer!” Jimmie Vaughn shakes his head. “This is Texas,” he sighs. “And you may be right, but you might wanna getcherself Right,” and I woke up embarrassed.
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(His words in caps, mine not) YO, YOU WORKING? Who dis? WHATCHU MEAN IT’S DAVID YOUR OLD BOSS. Not sure if you’re hysterical or have the wrong number. IS THIS CAMERON? I wish it were. You seem like a nice boss, David, checking in after all this time and all. WHO IS THIS?! My name is Paul. Let me know if any positions open up at work, okay? Thanks, D. I AM AN AWESOME BOSS AS A MATTER OF FACT!!! I believe you, stop yelling. WHAAAAT?? Listen, David, I don’t appreciate being spoken to like this. I don’t think I can work here anymore. I’m quitting. WHATEVA AHOLE PAULA.
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In detail. Also if you were wondering how long Max and Jinx will be friends, that answer is here.
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