you go chasin' down the women and drinkin' up the beer
Last night my subconscious, apparently in the mood to fuck with me, dropped me into a dream where I was Jason Bateman's mail order bride. NO, I DON'T KNOW EITHER. I do know it must have been hysterical, as for the first time in years I woke myself up laughing, but this is the only part I remember:
Me: Are you...are you making sexy faces at yourself in the mirror?
Jason Bateman No!
Me: You are, aren't you?
Jason Bateman: ...oh, god, I miss Arrested Development so much.
Me: As do we all, Jason. As do we all.
SO, THAT HAPPENED. In the tradition of what the actual fuck, this is another Funny Shit On The Internet Is Funny post. "But Jizz," you're probably thinking, "you just did one of these the other day!" To you I say: I DREAMED I WAS JASON BATEMAN'S MAIL ORDER BRIDE. YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.
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Me: Are you...are you making sexy faces at yourself in the mirror?
Jason Bateman No!
Me: You are, aren't you?
Jason Bateman: ...oh, god, I miss Arrested Development so much.
Me: As do we all, Jason. As do we all.
SO, THAT HAPPENED. In the tradition of what the actual fuck, this is another Funny Shit On The Internet Is Funny post. "But Jizz," you're probably thinking, "you just did one of these the other day!" To you I say: I DREAMED I WAS JASON BATEMAN'S MAIL ORDER BRIDE. YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.
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