Hmm, so either I have to stop floating thru life and make a decision; admit my repressed love for men in sombreros; stay away from Cap'n Crunch in case he sics his dog-headed bugs on me; stop with the drugz already; or get a french mistress.
While it's a tough call - I think I'll go with the mistress. Although first I suppose I'll have to get married. Stupid dream - so much for my life of langour!
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