I was at a party, but there were wasps crawling all over my shoulders, which I eventually determined was because my shoulders were crusted with sugar. I kept asking for help, afraid to move, but George W. Bush was at the party and kept distracting everyone else.
I somehow resolved that, then grabbed a spot as first in line for cake, but Bush (dressed in Crawford gear) decided amiably that he wanted to take a group snapshot of all the guests, over against a different wall — which meant, almost certainly, I was going to lose my place in line. Curse you, Dubya!
Then the alarm went off.
Yeah, it’s gonna be one of those days.
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Dude, you have freaky dreams. =P
So, what happened to the Wasps?
THey became Republicans! =0
Arty…
No, those are W.A.S.Ps… =P
I don’t know. My shoulders were still bare when I was in line for cake, but the wasps were gone.