I couldn't care less about the NBA. Seriously. I think it's the most commercialized piece of shit sports organization out there.
And apparently my brain thinks that Lebron James is pretty much a piece of commercialized bullshit as well....or something? Cause I punched him in a dream last night.
It was a damn good punch too.
Why did I punch him? Why, we were scuba diving together for treasure and when we surfaced and started going through our "booty" he tried to steal some of my shiny new sparklies.
OH HEEELLLLLL NAW.
I went all Gollom on his ass. You don't fuck with my "precious."
Why were we scuba diving...hell if I know!
Is it time for a full moon again or something? Is that why these dreams are starting up again?
Song of the day: "Sleeper" 41st and Home
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