is sitting in my living room with me and a couple of other people. I am looking at an art book
, and commenting on one of the photographs
when we all hear a loud banging outside. I run to the window to look out, and there is a clown
standing on my deck. Thinking nothing of it, we all look out the other window, and see tons and tons of clowns gathering outside. There's a friggin' clown convention right in my backyard
! The guy turns to me, eyes shining, and says "Can I go, mommy
? Can I??" Uhhhh...
I am outside now, at a street festival, and I'm stringing up dozens of christmas lights
. Someone nearby says something about needing to cook, IMMEDIATELY, and out of nowhere, they just whip up some sort of weird salmon
pasta dish. I don't like it, so I start flinging linguini
everywhere and end up being interrogated
by some passing food police
And then I'm giving someone a blow job like my life depends on it
. I don't know, maybe it did...