A dream is a wish your heart makes. I had a dream last night. I dreamt I went to the Land of Hobbits. They were happy little hobbits. Calculating hobbits. Roly Poly hobbits. These hobbits had bad habbits. And then I habituated their hobbit habbits. Those habituated hobbit habbits involved rabbits. Rabid rabbits. I had a rabid rabbit habbituated hobbit habbit. I think those hobbits were on heroin. They rolled me. Then they pantsed me. Then I woke up feeling ashamed of things I had done while under their roly poly influence. Then I looked down. I had a hobbit in my pants. I’ll show him to you at the next Chasca show at The Triple Crown, Jan. 26th. Careful, though. He bites. Nasty little hobbitses…
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