I had a dream last night that Frank Zappa showed up to perform for my dad's birthday. He was so excited that he completely let loose with the happiness. It made me uncomfortable because I've never seen my dad that happy in real life. Pure, unfiltered, concentrated, elation.
Then, I was over at a picnic table with the Queen of England talking about douches. She thought it was a perfectly normal conversation about how English women douche all the time, while I argued that it messed with the balance down there and perhaps they shouldn't.
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