So I had that dream again last night. You know the one where you are laying on the deck of a ship, warm sun and Caribbean breezes surrounding you? No? Too bad.
In my dream there was a cold drink of rum and fruit parentage in my hand just begging to be drank. Then as soon as I would finish one, a nice man with a thick island accent would ask me if I would like another. In front of me was a two-story tall big-screen TV showing me the play0ffs, while all around me there were scantily-clad people playing with inflated balls.
Suddenly I woke up and realized that it wasn't a dream! I really was basking in the Caribbean sun, drinking froo-froo drinks and ogling young girlies in bikinis!
Then I realized what I was thinking about happened last week, and I was back in Pennsyltucky again.
Crap.
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