(Or was it a dream?)

Last night I dreamed I was reading a book about spoonerisms uttered by Catholics over the course of many years beginning each Ash Wednesday and ending on Palm Sunday.

I swear that dream didn't make a sick of Lents.


That last part was a Spoonerism. I understand I am speaking to the "Unlettered."

Make that Self Lettered. It has not stopped me so far or even slowed me down...however when some snob who wasted many years in school(s) hears that they usually don't speak to me again and just clutch their Doctorate a little tighter, realizing all they had to do was think for themselves and sleep in a Holiday Inn.

:) and Dream.

Well I'm one of those Snobs. I was educated all the way to ninth grade! Well, not so much through 6-8 but that's a long story.

Keep drinking those beers...

How come when a magician has an odd dream its always a bad joke =P

M:C

A few nights ago, I dreamed I was at a magic convention, pockets loaded for the dealer room... BUT the convention was almost over and I hadn't spent one cent! I rn around frantically trying to find something good just before the dealers packed up, but everything worthwhile was gone! AAHHHH!