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Sep. 13th, 2002 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garoteSo I had this dream the other day. Rotund, two-dimensional Eric Cartman of South Park fame ate a handful of pills and wielded a baseball bat, and walked up to a long cement wall. Hundreds of men in suits were standing with their backs to the wall, their hands tied behind their backs, looking apprehensive.
Cartman started smacking the nearest man over the head with the bat, making a humorous wood-knocking sound. WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK! I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" I asked him.
Cartman lowered the bat, and roared in his angry helium voice,
"I am for to lawyer talk and the pills and BEAT YOU, BEAT YOU!!"
I am not making this up.
Uh anyway. More serious entry forthcoming.
Cartman started smacking the nearest man over the head with the bat, making a humorous wood-knocking sound. WHOCK! WHOCK! WHOCK! I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" I asked him.
Cartman lowered the bat, and roared in his angry helium voice,
"I am for to lawyer talk and the pills and BEAT YOU, BEAT YOU!!"
I am not making this up.
Uh anyway. More serious entry forthcoming.
