Dear QotD?ers,
last night I had a dream. It was a dinosaur adventure dream! A bunch of people I know where trying to save ourselves by penning a raptor inside a chainlink fence. That ended up not working and a fat guy got eaten. Someone had a giant piece of cardboard and we
WRAPPED IT AROUND IT REAL QUICK-LIKE, because cardboard would keep the teeth and claws from tearing us apart. Sometime soon after, the raptor became and aligator and the crowd became me and Justin. Now, I'm sure that a crazy dream aligator has just as much intent to eat me as a raptor, so I wanted to subdue the gator! incapacitate it! tie it up! kill it! something! But Justin insisted that we didn't hurt it. He wouldn't even fetch duct tape for me so I could warp up its snout. At this point I am single-handedly wrestling the alligator, though it's shrunk down to 3'. Justin wanted to just lock it up in a living room until animal control could be called. BUT IT STILL WANTS TO EAT ME. There is some glaring and grumbling and I have to lock all the living room doors (there are 4) before I feel safe putting an alligator in there. One door doesn't have a lock, so I'm goign to have to put a sign saying "Alligator! keep out!" and hope people pay attention. I toss the alligator in, slam the door...
and wake up.
We never permanently adopted strays, but there were some stray cats that I would feed milk and cheese slices and plead to keep.
Today's Question of the Day? is:
Why would someone choose 6 gold dollars over free tickets to a movie?
Love,
The Asker