I might not be sane right now - February 2, 2009
I once had a nightmare that I was in a hot air balloon and Anderson Silva was in the heath beneath me, maybe two hundred feet below, and he started throwing knees, which--because he is not of this world--connected and put my nose through my skull and into my cerebral cortex. I think this was after his second trouncing of Rich Franklin. Fat Tire makes me dream some strange shit.
Posted by The Bunny at 11:17 PM
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If you're going to be beaten, I guess it might as well be by the best.
Posted by: teddywookie at February 3, 2009 09:12 AM
At least you weren't being chased by velociraptors...
Those bastards can open doors. >:(
Posted by: Michelle at February 3, 2009 01:52 PM
Wow. Next time hit back. Or pull out your gat and blast a foo'.
Posted by: Wayland at February 3, 2009 09:49 PM
Lexapro makes me dream weird shit...I hate the stuff, but I've been told I need it...what do they know anyway?!
Posted by: Lindsay at February 4, 2009 08:56 AM
I love that beer.
Posted by: Trevyn at February 5, 2009 11:13 AM
