Thursday, May 6, 2010

Nightmare on Locust Street

"Dad, I had a nightmare."

"Oh geez.  I'm sorry, Brooks.  Do you want to tell me about it or is it too scary?"

"I don't think I should tell you.  It's pretty scary, and it's gross.  But if you want me to, I will."

"Ok. I can handle it, Brooks."

"I dreamt that hampsters were running all over me and pooping."

Pretty scary.

Pretty gross.

Pretty funny.

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