Yesterday I walked up to JC's house to watch the Sunday afternoon football games.
As I got comfortable on the couch and took a sip of wine, JC said: “I've got to tell you about the dream I had last night. I don't know what it means, but it sure was weird! I was right in the middle of disarming a nuclear weapon, there was security all around the area, and all of a sudden you came strolling up and casually asked, 'You wanna go see a movie?'”
At least I didn't sneak up behind him and pop a paper bag like the guy in the picture.
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