Toppled to the couch from a rough practice and dined on Miss Vickies's barbecue chips and honey bread and read for an hour. Reading is a time suck, but doesn't this activity sound more educational than say, watching TV? Actually a fairly interesting documentary that would make my old sixth grade English teacher proud is Planet Earth. Jeremy and me use it as a potent sleep inducer. So, When your eyelids are feeling like you used lead based eyeliner on them, but you just cant seem to fall asleep, pop in a "caves" or "Ocean deep" disc into your player. I assure you within half the episode is through, you will have been transported to a place with whipped cream cloud, hazelnut chocolate cottages, and a marzipan moon. That is, dreamland. Or for you guys, scantily clad women, sleek convertibles, and Budweiser lights. Oh, but that's gender profiling, which is frowned upon along with practices such as cannibalism. I suppose there are g ay men out there after all. I assure you there are, even if their closet doors are chained with industrial grade titanium locks.
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