If you're a little rocky this morning, you will be delighted to hear that I dreamed I was called in to test a variety of avant-garde hangover remedies for a reality TV show, and the ones I was commanded to test were (a) an entire bottle of Thousand Island salad dressing, (b) three pennies, and (c) a big bowl full of hard-boiled egg yolks, at least two dozen of them. I've never hurled during a dream before but last night I came close.
I feel that reading through that website you linked to would create a vortex that would suck me into a hell dimension, which is not how I would like to start the new year.
@10. That is amazing. I dreamed I went up to Sartain and ripped him several new ones on their gay hatred. I managed to have quite the debate with dream Sartain.
—Arti O. Dactyla
Wolf, ram, hart.
And seatackled @4, I'll go with what VL said, although there's this.
Happy New Year, everyone! Be sure to eat your Hoppin' John!
I feel that reading through that website you linked to would create a vortex that would suck me into a hell dimension, which is not how I would like to start the new year.
http://www.cbc.ca/news/health/las-vegas-…
http://www.hangoverheaven.com/
Also, we've been over this. It's, "Gomorrah" (Γόμοῤῥα), for the hundredth fucking time.
Happy New Year, Dan, Terry and Strangers!