I had a dream last night that I died (which could be considered a scary thing), but here's the thing. Apparently in some deep recess of my mind I have a belief that when you die you go to the pedestrian portion of the Brooklyn Bridge. And while you're there you run in place in marathon clothes with rain pouring down on you. And then someone shows you a bike and says nobody has ever used it. Then I say f that and take the bike and go for a ride on the Brooklyn Bridge. Where does this stuff come from?
5 comments:
Hahahahahahahaha.
are you on drugs? its ok..you can tell me. i wouldnt judge you
That really is such a good dream!
tripppyyyyyyyyyyyy
bike rides, here we come!
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