That guy is sitting in my living room with me and a couple of other people. I am looking at an
art book, and commenting on one of the
photographs when we all hear a loud banging outside. I run to the window to look out, and there is a
clown standing on my deck. Thinking nothing of it, we all look out the other window, and see tons and tons of clowns gathering outside.
There's a friggin' clown convention right in my backyard! The guy turns to me, eyes shining, and says "Can I go,
mommy? Can I??"
Uhhhh...
I am outside now, at a street festival, and I'm stringing up dozens of
christmas lights. Someone nearby says something about needing to cook, IMMEDIATELY, and out of nowhere, they just whip up some sort of weird
salmon pasta dish. I don't like it, so I start flinging
linguini everywhere and end up being
interrogated by some passing
food police.
And then I'm giving someone a blow job like
my life depends on it. I don't know, maybe it did...