"It's the dream again, you're letting it win. I know, I used to have a recurring dream. I'd dream I hit my head on a fishbowl, hurt myself just bad enough to work graveyard shift at a convenience store. A group of hairy Christians came in at 4 AM and bought 16 gallons of Mr. Slushie and a package of banana-flavored ding-dongs. Then the Swedish bikini team jumped out of a magazine and read Moby ♥♥♥♥ to me while in a giant carton of cottage cheese. Why, I'd ask myself. What could it mean? Am I mad, or is the world simply a mystery too complex to understand?" -Cornfed the Detective Pig

Infinite Happiness [aroundtheworldtrex.ytmnd.com]