Boring dream

Sooo, last night I had this dream.  I know how that sounds, but listen for one second (i guess).

I was sprinting down a grass hill as fast as I could possibly muster.  But, everytime someone pushed themselves in my way.... I could magically sidestep my way out of hitting them.  It was... ugh... awesome!  I woke up with a headache.  When I say "headache" I'm describing the feeling of wearing a crown of kebabs.  Turning the hot water on in my shower almost made me throw up.  All I could think (and it was ridiculous to even try to think ) was fuck Barry Sanders!  Honestly, fuck him!  Every boy as a child wants to fly, but just think about running as fast as you can (and I mean as fast as you possibly can!) and having the inhuman ability to instantly shift your weight to the side instinctually.  My dream (every little fucker's dream: flying) seemed, sorta boring.   Honestly, flying seems kind of crappy.  Just fluttering your fat arms in the air trying to make you float faster.  So if you are somehow a part of the small segment of the population that wakes up with super-human running speed, I envy you.  You possess the most human of all super-human powers.  Run fucker, run!!!  I wish I could and I cannot reiterate this enough... eat more tacos!  It only bolsters your god given abilities.

By the way, I'm pretty sure God is a fake person, but if it helps your sprinting...  BELIEVE!!!

Love,

Andrew

P.S. You are pure and cock facing fast!