Wow
I don't think I've ever been that wasted before! But I have reason. Good reason. Anyway, I had a really weird dream last night.
Tara and I were Russian spies out to get the French. Well, it was more like...a chef who ate her duck. So, for some reason, I killed the bartender. And I shot myself in the foot with a Uzi or something. Then we had to dressed up and we had to hide out. So, I dressed up like Rupaul and Tara like Trace. Then I dressed like Trace and Tara became a turtle.
She shot the chef and the police were after us. And then my balls caught on fire and she threw the ocean on me. I drowned and then Pamela Anderson came to give me mouth-to-mouth, she turns to Elisha, and then she's David Hasslehoff! Dude! Then for some reason, Tara sent him back to Germany.
Then I woke up and I thought Tara was over here, but then I realized she's not here, but back in the States. I think the French beer has done it for me. I've definitely lost it now.