I had this weird dream the other night. I dreampt that I was friends with Hannibal Lecter. One day, he told me that he was going to Hawaii and that he had bought an extra ticket by mistake and he asked me if I could go with him. Of course my internal reaction was "HELL NO!! You'll EAT ME." But I was calm and cool about the situation and i told him that since I still live at home, I'd have to ask my mother if it would be ok for me to tag along.
I venture home and ask my mother if I could go with dr. Lecter to Hawaii. She blew up. She started to throw pots and pans at me. And while I was avoiding those things like the black death, she screamed at me "I don't want you hanging around a middle aged psychopatic serial killing canibal!"
Well, i managed to get out the door with only a few minor meetings with a metal skillit. Well, i managed to meat up with Dr. Lecter in the WEST TOWN MALL and I inform the good dr. that i shant be joining him on his trip to HAwaii. And for some odd reason he gets mad at me and starts to chase me all through the mall. Well, i mangage to get away from him and managed to get back safe to my home.
So i'm tired, it's around 1am. I'm laying on my bed, almost in la la land. Then i hear a rapping on my bed room window. I raise the blinds very slowly. And there is Hannibal, stareing me right in the face. I was frozen in time...
He looked at me, and with a grin on his face, "Hello Michael, you do realize you have pissed me off to no ends." As he raises up a spork from KFC "I'm going to have to eat your liver with a side of favre beans and a nice ciante."<P>Well, what do you think...should we make a new Parking lot of Afgahnastan or should we just reuse our shoe laces to make a new SEGA gaming system?