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 lard pirates dawt cawm  §  Dream Journal 1/15/09 / by Dudley
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 ~Dudley on 11:07am 01/15/09 (10:54am 01/15/09) in 29m54s  §  803 eyeballs
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Holy christ the dream i had last night had me running from both the police and Grant from the movie Slither in his badass giant snake form. My first order of business was to leap from rooftop to rooftop without attracting the attention of anything with a gun or a tentacle arm that can sharpen into a cut-me-in-half arm blade. I decided to lay low in a warehouse for the night, but the next morning the joint was surrounded by cops due to me messing with the lights too much. Who the fuck set up that lighting system, anyway? if I turned off one light one or more would turn on elsewhere. I escaped by leaping through a fifth story window and landing in the river, where I was given a ride in a speedboat by this chick with gigantic tits. Good thing, too, because Grant was already in the water and heading towards me We docked at a rocky outcropping somewhere along the line and set up camp for the night in the woods, which if you've seen slither you know is a terrible idea. Yeah, worm city. We found some other campers and hightailed it for a nearby construction site to hijack some dumptrucks and get the fuck out of there, with an alien parasite overlord and his alien parasite police force after us. I locked myself in an empty tool chest one of the trucks, half to keep worms off of me and half to take a damn nap after all this shit, but it didnt take long for whoever was driving to flip the truck about fifty times, throwing me clear and banging up everyone else pretty bad before the truck and the driver exploded. Explosions? Thats a good idea! in a ten-second lucidity breakthrough i conjured up enough hand grenades and flamethrowers to fight back grant's army of zombie cops and worms until there wasnt any left. Seeing that everything was going to be taken care of i left everything in the capable hands of the stacked speedboat captain and woke myself up to take a piss, because i was holding it ever since we got in the woods.

For the benefit of anyone who has not seen slither, heres the trailer. you should all see it.
 
 
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