Dreams last night? I don't know, my recorder wasn't workin'. All I remember was somethin' about my dream as I was wakin' up this morning: There was an extremely pretty girl and a guy playin' the guitar in my trailer at the lake. The girl was Marissa. We were hanging out, like friends. I was makin' out w/ Marissa. The guy could really play the guitar. Then she asked me not to kiss her anymore 'cause my whiskers were scratchin' 'er. I said the guy played the guitar like an elephant: slow, methodical, and ponderous.
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