I ended up hanging out with one of my boys from the gym Friday night. I got so fucked up-
I had a dream that I was a professional photographer trying to take a picture of the Brady's on their stairs... NO SHIT! It was fucking weird.
Well, I was trying to get the shot, but fucking Bobby kept lying down or making stupid faces. The pics came out terribly and I kept yelling at Bobby Brady but he wouldn't listen- long story short, I killed him and dumped his body in their pool. RIP Bob.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
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