magid

Thanks to the House of Roses folks, I got to play a game that had goofy dino-daschunds with toupees hopping around, not to mention pickles, horny and kinky.
As usual, there were all sorts of strange statements, all completely forgotten afterward. Why do I never seem to keep those in mind later?

I wonder why the florist decided to paint the rest of the wall (untouched by the Cambridge Rindge and Latin kids' mural) a rather Pepto-Bismol pink. Perhaps it was a less hideous color when not overlayed on dark brown?

I've been having dreams I remember when I wake up; that hasn't happened for a while. I wonder if it's a sign that I'm caught up on sleep?