So then my subconscious subjected me to this

There I was, asleep, in the midst of a fine, fine shimmery sexy dream that involved Mike Doughty. It only makes sense since I had written about The Book of Drugs yesterday. So Mike and I were trying to get our sexy on and there was annoying girl making it difficult. And then Mel Gibson was on the front lawn banging two cookie sheets together and making a ridiculous amount of ruckus. This clanging alarmed me and Mike Doughty in a most dramatic fashion and we fell out of bed where his glasses landed on the ground and broke. This ruined his mood.

Also, while Mel Gibson was protesting with the cookie sheets on the front lawn I discovered my sixteen-year-old cat, Madison, had burrowed through the wall into the neighbor’s house and there was a barn owl stuck in the wall. Animal control told me that the only way to get the barn owl out would involve killing it, so I should just let it live there.

The end.

Also, I was never a Mel Gibson fan. Never saw the Lethal Weapons movies, never understood his sexual appeal, and now I actively dislike him and his cookie sheet wielding bullshit.

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2 Comments

  1. Lesley 03.Feb.12 at 2:54 pm

    This current person calling himself “Mel Gibson” is the result of years of alcohol abuse and cigarettes. To understand what he once was, watch The Year of Living Dangerously and Gallipoli. Great stories, great acting, and those brilliant blue eyes…. he was a hottie back in the day. :o)

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  2. Placemat 04.Feb.12 at 7:46 pm

    Yeeeahhh, it was the cigarettes.

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