I had this dream that I was about to get my ass kicked by a bunch of latin gang members last night.

I dreamed that I was dressed like a latin thug.

I have come to a very obvious conclusion: I don't think it would be too thrilling to get my ass kicked.

But really, the funniest part of the dream was waking up... I woke up, scared out of my mind because I was wearing ghetto clothes. And bandanas. And really oversized shirts.

My inner self found it scarier that I was a fashion victim than the fact that I was getting my ass kicked...

Does that make any sense?  ¶ 7:04 PM