Mostly thinking of the commercials here. Lets start with the 3-cheese stuffed pizza...for all of those who've gone through puberty...would u really want to eat something that looked like we did when we looked in the mirror (for us unlucky ones, that is, not the "beautiful people")? I mean, come on, let's face it...the pizza looks like a giant zit and the pus is now oozing out of the crust. It's almost abstract food art. The inside is the "pizza face" and the outside is the closeup. Okay, I like pizza from time to time but people just dont make pizzas like they used to. Maybe it's because we have to pay for them now as opposed to our parents paying for everything and we hope to get more bang for our buck...maybe I've inhaled something in the air, who knows?
For those of you who know me or who have at least read that "dream story", you know I have a very unusually creative imagination. So now what's wierder, the "dream story", dreaming about giving birth to tennis balls, or dreaming about my (late) dog who came back to life, had a sex change and gave birth to evil bunnies that almost resemble hampsters?