Finger Lickin' Fan-fudging-tastic

This morning I woke up, agape by the strangest dream:

It was the first day back to school and, in the words of Spongebob Squarepants, I was ready. With sanguine expectations, I viciously attacked the binders I so neatly organized the night before and squalidly jammed what I could down the throat of my bag. My mom, eager to get rid of excess weight, drove enthusiastically down Harbour Pointe. While waiting in traffic with the other obviously-not-morning-people moms, I snobbishly glanced over in the side mirror narcissistically admiring the reflection. Now, you know how the mirrors all, in barely legible font, say "objects in the mirror are smaller than they appear," well, that mushroom cloud dangling in the air didn't look so much as an inch smaller than the car behind me. Yeah, I was pretty damn terrified. Of course, it was just a dream and so I didn't die right then and there, instead it gave a countdown time of 2:00:00 to get my butt 100 miles north, destination: Portland. Sure, my mom probably could have just driven us, but I ain't too logical when chemotherapy was less than 40 miles away. Then this blondie, in the backseat (dunno how she appeared), seditious spoke up and asserted we steal the hotdog-vendor-mobile and take it for a ride. Hey, when a freakin' pee-your-pants bomb appears out of nowhere, you do what you have to do.

Yeah. Some weird stuff. Never found out if I survived or not >:|

Anyhow, I found out that KFC changed their slogan.
R.I.P.: Finger lickin' good. COMMENT