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May 25, 1966 |
I don't think I've ever had a (sexy?) dream about dancing with an angel? Aphrodite? Some other heavenly siren? Maybe that's what people dreamed about before the Internet.
Brutus, Ebenezer Scrooge called, he wants his pajamas back.
Brutus was
just complaining that he had to be on time. It's hard to take his complaint seriously when
he's late constantly.