So I had a dream that Clay was trying to decide whether or not to kill me with a homemade gun made from the keyless entry thing on my keychain that goes to my car. I spent all night trying to stay in his good graces so he wouldn’t get mad and shoot me. When he finally decided that he wouldn’t, I grabbed the keychain thingy and tried to shoot-out the bullet so it wouldn’t be dangerous anymore. Well, unfortunately for me, at that very moment who in the world but Kimora Lee Simmons popped-up in front of me, and I accidentally shot her. I was so apalled at myself that I immediately ran to the grocery store to hide from the police. For some reason, that involved pretending that I was handicapped and riding in a wheelchair all around the store. Kimora’s friends were everywhere, mourning her injury, and I just kept scooting in my wheelchair and acting like I was unable to walk, dodging suspicious questions. Eventually I found-out that she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital. I breathed a great sigh of relief. THE END.
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