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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 3102926" data-attributes="member: 63">I know this sounds totally gay, but I had a dream, from which I just awoke, in which fusangite and I were performing industrial espionage at a motel in my home town, about a mile from my old house. It was a dreary winter day with stormclouds looming overhead, and the motel was abandoned but for us as we searched for valuable secrets. Then, I realized it was nearly 9pm, so I told fusangite I had to go home so I could watch LOST.&nbsp; He offered me a ride. We headed out to the parking lot, only to realize to our dismay that there was a gate arm blocking our path. After many minutes of brainstorming madcap ideas of how to get past the gate arm, finally we just decided to ram it, which was when we discovered that fusangite's car is very short, and it just drove right under the arm.We then were pursued by the cops as we drove through my neighborhood, so to shake their trail, we got out of fusangite's car, but he left a mindless clone of himself in the car to keep driving, while we ran. Fusangite ended up being distracted by a fat black woman who wanted to seduce him, and his car ended up bumping into the curb and coming to a stop, so I had to run if I wanted to get home in time to catch LOST.Time seemed to slow, and I ran as if through molasses. When I got to the intersection nearest my house, I saw that a small outdoor bookstore had sprung up, and none of the aisles were straight, making it impossible for me to get through. I shoved past book store patrons, and just as I was about to get free, my alarm clock woke me up.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 3102926, member: 63"] I know this sounds totally gay, but I had a dream, from which I just awoke, in which fusangite and I were performing industrial espionage at a motel in my home town, about a mile from my old house. It was a dreary winter day with stormclouds looming overhead, and the motel was abandoned but for us as we searched for valuable secrets. Then, I realized it was nearly 9pm, so I told fusangite I had to go home so I could watch LOST. He offered me a ride. We headed out to the parking lot, only to realize to our dismay that there was a gate arm blocking our path. After many minutes of brainstorming madcap ideas of how to get past the gate arm, finally we just decided to ram it, which was when we discovered that fusangite's car is very short, and it just drove right under the arm. We then were pursued by the cops as we drove through my neighborhood, so to shake their trail, we got out of fusangite's car, but he left a mindless clone of himself in the car to keep driving, while we ran. Fusangite ended up being distracted by a fat black woman who wanted to seduce him, and his car ended up bumping into the curb and coming to a stop, so I had to run if I wanted to get home in time to catch LOST. Time seemed to slow, and I ran as if through molasses. When I got to the intersection nearest my house, I saw that a small outdoor bookstore had sprung up, and none of the aisles were straight, making it impossible for me to get through. I shoved past book store patrons, and just as I was about to get free, my alarm clock woke me up. [/QUOTE]

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