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I had a castration dream involving a butter knife, a massive Pepsi Can without a top, and a hunting cabin filled with a dozen or so G.Q. models. The poofs were watching a TV-talking head discuss a pending nuclear meltdown.
Somehow, I morphed into the actor who played A.J. on The Sopranos who needful of attention castrated himself with the butter knife.
Apart from that, my day is going fine....
I woke up, smoked some pot and through out my cutlery.
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