Last night I dreamed of David Hess and home invasion. A recurring element in my dreams is that I need a gun and don’t have one or have a gun but can’t get to it or have the gun but no ammunition, et cetera. In this dream, there were guns all over the place but I didn’t have ammo, then I did but it wasn’t the kind I needed. Eventually I had a revolver and the cartridges that went along but they still wouldn’t fit properly. And there was Hess, grinning at me, knowing damn well the predicament I was in.
I’ll make them mincemeat with my axe
Vampires of the World
What if I need to go to the bathroom?
I’ll teach you to leave my dolls alone!
Yes Father, hit me!
I Wish I Were A Chocolate Cake That Goes Oink! Oink!
SALUDOS AMIGOS!
SHE’S SWALLOWING!