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I was sitting in a chair, wearing this poufy floral dress (think Laura Ashley--my God I didn't like that crap even THEN, I wouldn't be caught dead in what I was wearing in the dream!). I had a big poufy bow on my head (WTF?). I was alllllll prim and proper.
A TV show was interviewing me. I got the feeling I was supposed to be the nicest, sweetest, most proper woman in the WORLD from the way they were describing me to the cameras.
Bush and Pickles were, for some reason I couldn't discern, sitting in chairs off behind the cameras, looking at me.
The guy interviews me for a while, while flashes from cameras go off all over. I speak softly and smile a lot. I noticed I have long, beautiful, painted fingernails. Great manicure, LOL!
Then he says, "One last question. Can you tell us, in just TWO words, what you think of our great president, George W. Bush?"
I look over at bush. He and Pickles are smiling. Everyone is smiling. I smile and say,
"Yes, I can. Mother. Fucker."
I woke up.
Thought about the dream. Laughed my ass off.
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