Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I had the strangest dream last night! I dreamed I was back in Hollydale, Minnesota

with my old pal Speedy... We were in the cheese aisle
at Wal-Mart...

when suddenly Speedy yelled out..."Hey Olga! Check out that great deal on chicken breasts!"

And all I could say was...

"B-B-B-B-BRA-wk!!!"

Next thing I know, we're at Olga's Hair Cut & Styles!
Where again, Speedy yelled out... "Hey lady!...check out MY Olga's!"

After they kicked us out,

things got even weirder...

But I seem to remember it being

a very uplifting

experience... OK, well maybe that's a bit of a s-t-r-e-t-c-h....

but we did play a round

of golf.

I scored a perfect 36

on the front nine!

But Speedy hung me out to dry

on the back nine!

Then, just as Guru Swami Speedy was about to

reveal The Meaning of Life...

I WOKE UP!

Dang! I wonder what he was gonna say?!?!?

Stay tuned for continuing coverage of my adventures with

70'steen in Manchester, England!