If there's one thing you people should know about me, it's that when I eat jalapenos, I have incredibly weird, intense, and realistic dreams. That's the essential information I need to get across here.
Last night, my dream had me involved with Celebrity Boxing for some reason. I had a choice of my opponent - I could face either Danny Bonaduce, Jerome Bettis, or friend of Scamper Vinny Shit on the Face.
Factoring in the "crazy" factor, I went with Bettis. I'm confident I made the right choice. Too bad I woke up before the first punch was thrown.
Last night, my dream had me involved with Celebrity Boxing for some reason. I had a choice of my opponent - I could face either Danny Bonaduce, Jerome Bettis, or friend of Scamper Vinny Shit on the Face.
Factoring in the "crazy" factor, I went with Bettis. I'm confident I made the right choice. Too bad I woke up before the first punch was thrown.
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Danny Bonaduce is on a mindnumbingly ill-advised cocktail of human growth horomone and synthetic testosterone. Factor in the menopause-on-meth level insanity, and I wouldn't fight him either. Did they mention in the dream why I was a celebrity?
Did they mention in the dream why I was a celebrity?
No, but I assumed it was in the same way "Mr. Boston" from I Love New York is technically a "celebrity."
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