Last night I had a dream that my parents had enrolled me and Paris Hilton into a North Korean Day Care Center.
We had to sit around inside most of the day under the uncomfortable stares of the stern-looking North Korean husband-and-wife day care workers.
There was a jungle gym outside in the play area, but we weren’t allowed to play on it. We could look at it, but only for ten minutes each day.
Why the fuck was Paris Hilton trespassing in one of my dreams?
[c] 2009 Russ of America