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lately it's been 2:00ish for me. Really weird dreams when I do manage to sleep. 'wanna hear abou the one I had last nite? It's like God hit me over the head with a hammer saying : THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO. Hahahahaha...God's funny!

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lately it's been 2:00ish for me. Really weird dreams when I do manage to sleep. 'wanna hear abou the one I had last nite? It's like God hit me over the head with a hammer saying : THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO. Hahahahaha...God's funny!

Bring it.

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Bring it.

Well, I'm at my auntie's - who really is my angel - and she was having a gathering. One of those Italian Feast kind of things. Guests were arriving...I would let 'em in. But my Auntie was no where to be found. No food. No music. No wine. No laughs. Nadda. People kept coming in. People getting grumpy. This one older Italian fella was getting aggitated. My brother and I were sitting on the sofa....wondering what to do. The aggitated Italian fella get's up and starts yelling, "this is bullsheet. where the hell is the party? I don't need this!" I yell back, "My aunt is a wonderful person. she will be here! She would never be late unless she had good reason to be." He gets even huffier. He signals for his wife to get up and they leave...slamming the door behind them. I go to the door and open it to see him leave (no clue why). Anyway, much to my amazement, there were post-it notes all over the door. All about ME! Sticky's saying "we love you (insert name)" "You're the best" "(insert my name), you rock", etc. Weird, right?

CLEARLY - a subconscious message telling me to rid myself of the bad in my life and let the good stuff in.

Right?

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Well, I'm at my auntie's - who really is my angel - and she was having a gathering. One of those Italian Feast kind of things. Guests were arriving...I would let 'em in. But my Auntie was no where to be found. No food. No music. No wine. No laughs. Nadda. People kept coming in. People getting grumpy. This one older Italian fella was getting aggitated. My brother and I were sitting on the sofa....wondering what to do. The aggitated Italian fella get's up and starts yelling, "this is bullsheet. where the hell is the party? I don't need this!" I yell back, "My aunt is a wonderful person. she will be here! She would never be late unless she had good reason to be." He gets even huffier. He signals for his wife to get up and they leave...slamming the door behind them. I go to the door and open it to see him leave (no clue why). Anyway, much to my amazement, there were post-it notes all over the door. All about ME! Sticky's saying "we love you (insert name)" "You're the best" "(insert my name), you rock", etc. Weird, right?

CLEARLY - a subconscious message telling me to rid myself of the bad in my life and let the good stuff in.

Right?

That or a clear message to stop smoking pot,ASAP.

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Well, I'm at my auntie's - who really is my angel - and she was having a gathering. One of those Italian Feast kind of things...CLEARLY - a subconscious message telling me to rid myself of the bad in my life and let the good stuff in.

Right?

I'm big on the unconscious mind.

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Let me get a whiff and Ill tell you! In the JN staff room we can always tell when GOB farts. It always smells like Max's d*ck!

I'm sure GOB's farts can knock you out. I don't think there is any question about that.

I just guaranteed that the next time I'm in Michigan and get pulled over I will be cuffed & stuffed!

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Not a pot person, either. I'd almost always get sick, a cold. Meh, who needs it. Never impressed me.

I hear yah. It's not my thing.

Did I tell yah about the summer before my senior year of high school? On Cape Cod. Bon Fire at night on a private beach in Falmouth. I see this container type box washing ashore. Being curious, semi-drunk and adventurous... I brought it ashore. After some hard labor, my friends and I managed to open it up. LOTS OF WEED. LOTS. HOLY COW!

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I hear yah. It's not my thing.

Did I tell yah about the summer before my senior year of high school? On Cape Cod. Bon Fire at night on a private beach in Falmouth. I see this container type box washing ashore. Being curious, semi-drunk and adventurous... I brought it ashore. After some hard labor, my friends and I managed to open it up. LOTS OF WEED. LOTS. HOLY COW!

You told me this. Somewhere. Unreal.

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