When I was younger I used to wish that I was Craig Kilborn’s friend. I imagined going to his house every weekend, and hanging out with him, Bryant Unger, and screwing Beth Littleford, oh the dreams. Then I would imagine that Michael Bleidan and A. Whitney Brown would pull up in their geo painted in a green and black grid pattern, and we would just fight with them. Then Rebecca Lobo would come by and she would get “comfortable” with me and Beth. How do dreams come to the mind?
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