Me and Iggy
Last night I dreamt I was making out with Iggy Pop. What the hell? Perhaps I had too much sugar before bedtime? The only details I remember (well, the only one I'll share with you) is that the bill for his lunch was 4G. Probably not too far off.
Man, Iggy Pop!?? Weird, and not too awful.
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i dreamt i was having a threesome. and then i realized i wasn't dreaming...
HAW! That's right, I forgot you were there too naughty skiier! Now I remember that moment when your ski pole hit me in the face and I asked you to reposition. hee hee. ;)
James Osterberg, yew lucky devil, you...
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