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| Hey doc, I want to talk to you about this dream I had... It was in black and white, and I was on something like an airport runway, and I had a gun. | |
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| I had a group of people with me who also had guns, and I somehow knew that at the other end was another group of people who we had to kill. So suddenly there's just me and this chick left, and I shoot | |
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| Her or me, right? But she doesn't die. I never wanted her to suffer, so I panic, and I shoot til I'm out of ammo. But she never dies. She just looks at me and licks her lips. ...WTF is wrong with me? | |
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| Well, I don't know what's wrong with *YOU*, but *I* have an erection. | |
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