Eating Popeye's Chicken
I had a dream last night that I was on vacation with the cast of American Dad! The family and I were watching Married With Children when Stan queued the Winnebago along side a yellow Fleetwood home just off some highway near Autumn country. A short distance away was an old, wooden bridge made of thick, dark timber. On one side of the bridge was a river flowing north, on the other side were rolling hills covered by fruitless apple trees.
Everyone got out to stretch their legs, expect Stan, who went inside the yellow house to use the toilet, after charging me with filling the mobile home with gas. I noticed that Stan had pulled along the wrong side of the house, so I enlisted Robert Deniro to help move the Winnebago. What Bob was trying to explain, but failed to, as I dragged him from the toilet to the driver's seat was that he had some phobia that prevented him from pressing brake pedals and turning steering wheels. So as he drove off in reverse across the bridge into the wilderness, the rest of us just watched.
When the Winnebago finally disappeared into the distance (which did not take long), Franny suggested we go inside for sandwiches.
We rounded the house along the opposite side, which faced a dirt road. Once on the other side, I noticed a cloud of dust approaching from the back-country, a red, pulsing light quickly forming within. A few moments later, a black Trans-AM burst forth from the cloud, speeding towards me. It was K.I.T.T, the car from Knight Rider. I watched with awe as he passed. And as he neared, I noticed David Hasselhof sitting shotgun and with him were two full grown Dobermans; one was in his lap, its head sticking out the window, tongue and ears flapping in the wind; the other, happier one, was smoking a cigarette, sitting beside The Hof with one paw on the steering wheel, driving.
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Everyone got out to stretch their legs, expect Stan, who went inside the yellow house to use the toilet, after charging me with filling the mobile home with gas. I noticed that Stan had pulled along the wrong side of the house, so I enlisted Robert Deniro to help move the Winnebago. What Bob was trying to explain, but failed to, as I dragged him from the toilet to the driver's seat was that he had some phobia that prevented him from pressing brake pedals and turning steering wheels. So as he drove off in reverse across the bridge into the wilderness, the rest of us just watched.
When the Winnebago finally disappeared into the distance (which did not take long), Franny suggested we go inside for sandwiches.
We rounded the house along the opposite side, which faced a dirt road. Once on the other side, I noticed a cloud of dust approaching from the back-country, a red, pulsing light quickly forming within. A few moments later, a black Trans-AM burst forth from the cloud, speeding towards me. It was K.I.T.T, the car from Knight Rider. I watched with awe as he passed. And as he neared, I noticed David Hasselhof sitting shotgun and with him were two full grown Dobermans; one was in his lap, its head sticking out the window, tongue and ears flapping in the wind; the other, happier one, was smoking a cigarette, sitting beside The Hof with one paw on the steering wheel, driving.
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