Please stop fucking with me.
Have you ever had a dream, then woken up completely pissed off at your husband?
Yep, I thought so. Happened to me last night.
I dreamed that we were living in an area that had a curious mix of farmland and rolling hills. A small, but spread out town, where everyone knew each other, and most people got along well. Sounds pretty nice, doesn’t it?
Yeah. Until a fucking dinosaur shows up and starts killing people and smashing people’s houses to hell. Then, you go to run away in your handy-dandy 4×4 V8 pickup truck, only to find out that your husband traded it for some lame-ass RV thing because he wanted to go on a long family trip.
Fun stuff, huh?