Off To Nevah Nevah Land

I had the most fucked up of dreams last night. I was driving to someone's cabin in Steve Millers old Chevy Celebrity with Cody and he went to change the CD. Then we crashed into a lake. I lost all of Millas clothes and my cell phone and a bunch of other stuff. So we swam to the shore and partied at the cabin with like 50 people and Governor Pawlenty. Pawlenty decided to try this kid for wearing "too many St.Louis Blues" jerseys and his defense was a racist arguement, even though he was white. Then I heard my cell phone ring, and Grace Jones (in a beekeepers suit) went to the bottom of the lake to find it. She found my old cell and some other phone, but not mine. Then everyone went midnight fishing.