Enter Sandman

My mind has been pretty wild lately. I had a dream this morning that I was getting married. There I was, in kilt, tux top, tails, everything. I had to put a hold on the ceremony. Why? I had to pee. Off I ran, but couldn't find a bathroom. By the time I got back, everyone thought I ditched, so everyone was mad. Especially the bride, who, by the time I got up to see who it was, I woke up, and never identified.

And no for something completely different, check out what Pat posted earlier. Have fun. If you click and drag, you can hurl him.

Have fun.