Hey, I once had a dream too.

I was part of the Liberation Army against…..something. The world was futuristic and post-apocalyptic.

Me and a few other brave soldiers (I was the dude with the highest level and prestige clbum) had to carry a very important artifact across the wasteland:- a trampoline frame.

We carried the trampoline for days, stopping for neither food, rest, sleep, or masturbation. Then we reached a high school. It was quiet…..too quiet.

SUDDENLY, WE WERE SET UPON BY THE HORDES OF THE EVIL The Bad Guy™!

We ran as fast as we could, doing our best to dodge the deadly broken kitchen appliances hurled at us by the despicable legion of ninja grannies. As they edged swiftly towards us on their zimmer frames, we heard them screeching their fearsome battle cries:

“B34! F82! C12! BINGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

We reached the stairs of jelly, and climbed them as quickly as our tentacles would allow. We were almost at the principle’s office, and blessed sanctuary, when we ran into one of the evil army’s most feared generals…THE GAMESHOW HOST WITH THE REALLY BAD TOUPEE! He stood with his legs wide apart, flashed his blindingly white capped teeth at us, then proceeded to tell us:

“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!”

Then I woke up with a killer hangover and spent the whole day vomiting.