like the one where you came into a little bit of money and then you wake up and wander around the house in your sleepy state all happy because you can buy some dumb shit online, and then it hits you about 45 minutes later that no you can’t, because it was just a dream, and also you’re broke.
next time you run into that haunted house/bookstore and don’t want to leave no matter how much i beg you, i’m just gonna leave your scrawny ass there. i’ll find the one-eyed salesman with the blue cow/dog myself.
my package was shipped from los angeles to los angeles, so why the fuck are you taking it to chino? what are you doing? stop it.