So I randomly got a text from my roommate this morning while at work. I'll definitely say it broke up the day.
Him: "last nite i had a crazy series of dreams. it involved kid rock trying to touch my dick, zorro, nazi's running people over with trains, silver, electrocution and man getting smashed by a tree"
How does one even respond to that?
Me: "did you beat kid rocks scumbucket ass?"
Anyway, that's all I have. It's fucking cold here. Like, when I consider driving to a bar when I can see one across the street, it's COLD. Maybe I'll borrow his ski mask.