It all makes sense now...

( *snerk* )

Musta been the Mexican...

Last night I dreamt I was hanging out with Marilyn Manson in some crummy hotel. It was filthy, things lying all about. We were sitting on the bed having some philosophical discussion that seemed Interesting and Important--until a groupie came in. At which point he became more interested in her, and I left.

Also, he was bald. Like, Friar Tuck chrome dome turtle wax BALD right on the top of his head. But he had long hair on the sides. He showed me the toupee he wore on stage.

*shakes head*