Intermission #2: Red meat
Perhaps I need to reexamine the factors here:
Either that or it was the Zinfandel. I suppose the way to put both competing hypotheses to the test would be to have red wine with
monshu tonight, but I'm kinda scared of what my subconscious might conjure up out of that.
Regardless, I'd like to thank Spooky for stuffing me with hot beef while his wife was out of the house. It's an experience I don't think I'll ever forget. In fact, I'll be humming to myself all day long.
- Sunday night, I have dinner with
monshu and dream of sex.
- Monday night, I have dinner with Nuphy and dream of philosophy.
- Tuesday night, I have dinner with
spookyfruit and dream of HUMAN SACRIFICE!
Either that or it was the Zinfandel. I suppose the way to put both competing hypotheses to the test would be to have red wine with
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Regardless, I'd like to thank Spooky for stuffing me with hot beef while his wife was out of the house. It's an experience I don't think I'll ever forget. In fact, I'll be humming to myself all day long.
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Me, I like the idea of the little soul flying away to Valhalla on its little bloody wings ...
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