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I had a great dream. Well, kinda. It was more humorous than a great dream, but whatever.
Marilyn Manson, Pogo, and I were sitting at a table outside in a restuarant. Pogo and I were cracking jokes and what not, and Manson was giving Pogo glares that could freeze the Sahara desert. I was like, what's your problem? But Manson said nothing.
So, Pogo got up and Manson got up, and I was just drinking away on my Coke. Then Manson came back, holding his ax, getting ready to strike it down on Pogo, when he came back.
So, long story short, I had to stop him from doing that, and it was all a great hustle bustle, with Manson getting in cheap shots and Pogo hiding behind me.
It was so funny.
Marilyn Manson, Pogo, and I were sitting at a table outside in a restuarant. Pogo and I were cracking jokes and what not, and Manson was giving Pogo glares that could freeze the Sahara desert. I was like, what's your problem? But Manson said nothing.
So, Pogo got up and Manson got up, and I was just drinking away on my Coke. Then Manson came back, holding his ax, getting ready to strike it down on Pogo, when he came back.
So, long story short, I had to stop him from doing that, and it was all a great hustle bustle, with Manson getting in cheap shots and Pogo hiding behind me.
It was so funny.