Last night I dreamed that my flower garden was coming up. It was great, like one of those time lapse films when the flowers pop out and bloom in a few seconds. Crocuses mostly, I’m eager for them to come up because I planted some right in my lawn. But also some plants that came right out of my subconcious, really wierd ones that looked like artichokes. I must be ready for spring. Or I was getting a nocturnal woody.

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  1. Is that an artichoke in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?

    Mae West said that, I’m pretty sure.

  2. Wow they call that a pubescent dream.  Hopefully you didn’t have a big grin on your face while sleeping.  Euw

  3. If you water it, it will grow. Or, better yet : If you plant it, it will grow.

    Best part of having an Indian food take out ? The left overs.  I prefer eating this kind of food at home, where I can pig out with no remorse. (And no manners, too.) You have got to eat indian food with your hands. There’s just no other way.

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