I had a dream during my one-hour nap today that Conan O'Brien was trying to spank me with rainbow flyswatters. There were two children in the apartment: a fat kid that danced on the internet and was ~efamous~ and an 8yo redheaded girl who styled my hair. This all took place in a good friend's mother's apartment (her mother lives in a house irl....with her husband).
Dave was there, complaining the whole time.
Take THAT, Freud.