You walk to the bathroom and trow up.
Apperantly you had some dog for dinner yesterday... they tend to make you vomit
As you cook yourself breakfeast you notise a crack in the wall.
Peeping more closely you find that you are not in this world anymore.
A 3098 headed creature talks to you but you dont understand-..
Maybe its telling something about what kinda weather there is.
The morning is moist. The moorning is humid.
As you relize its Billy Crystal you are talking to, you revolt in anger and walk away from there.
You wont get far cause you trip on Danny De Vito.
Motherfuckers
You are back at home.
..........you had a good time
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