Guys, are you any good with dream interpretation?
The night before yesterday, I dreamt I was at a restaurant, dropped the fork, crouched to get it under the table and then, just as if an elephant hunter had shot down an angry vicious tuba player charging furiously at him, I ripped the loudest fart that could've come out of a person's rectum.
Then, a woman standing right next to me raised her arm and shouted patriotically "Hoist the flag!". I refuse to believe this is meaningless.
“All I have learned, I learned from basslines.”