I dreamed that Vladimir Putin refused to return my pink eraser because he wanted to show the ultimate weapon to his enemies. There was a lady inside the cabin who had a whet stone the size of a domino on a shelf by the door and she let me have it.
Putin was polite to me, but a bit selfish, I thought.
I can't sleep because of the new episode of "My Upstairs Neighbors are Fighting Again."
They're both overweight (more her) so there's lots of stomping.
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Oh shit! She's sobbing now! The ugly cry with loud groaning, from the back of the throat.
And this is the first time I've actually heard him yelling back like this. "YOU'RE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE!"
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I don't know shit. Don't listen to me.