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Soldiers in France

Last night I dreamt I was a rogue soldier in provencial France. Just me and two German enemies duking it out in an abandoned chateau. They tried to get the secrets I hid on a scrap of paper that I sucked up into a vacuum canister. They did this by performing surgery on the Kirby over the kitchen sink. They didn't want to make a dusty mess of the kitchen floor of the neglected chateau, see.

I stood and watched them for a bit. Then they turned around and we took a vote to negotiate (two to one, the ayes have it!). I made a pro and con list of who was the toughest bad ass in the room, and won because I had money.

While we were making up the list, one of the German soldiers (he looked all buff Dolph Lundgren) looked over at me in my faded and worn out fatigues and said, "You're a beautiful woman."

Then we fell in love. I went downstairs and looked through dresser drawers full of lacy bras and blouses. We laughed that the shirts found therein, duly made for adult-type women, were so small they almost covered exactly one of my breasts. Then Dolph set the house on fire and we ran off into the sunset.

The End.

6:24 am - 03.12.03
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