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I had a dream about Baddog last night
I've never met the man but somehow him and his bike ended up in my dream.
He had a bad ass bike and I wanted to drive it around. He let me and sure as shit as soon as I got on it (we were inside a mall for some reason), I drove it right down a flight of stairs and the motor died. He wasn't so happy about that and his bike was stuck at he bottom of this huge stair case.
Then somehow the dream took me to some poor Eastern European country where groups were going door to door searching for porn and killing people who had it.
Then before I knew it, we were ice skating.
Fucking strange.
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