why can't I have dreams like this?. twitter.com/PuzzledCellist. l Haha yeah man i E: Clo PM So I had a pretty vivid dream that I was a fart salesman, they came
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why can't I have dreams like this?

l Haha yeah man i
E: Clo PM
So I had a pretty vivid
dream that I was a fart
salesman, they came in
like Coy canisters that
plugged into the side of
your leg
You got different sounds
and scents
And I remember telling a
lady that we were sold out
a particular kind and
she started crying
because that' s what she
wanted her farts to he like
fer her wedding
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#1 - PARTYHARD (01/10/2013) [-]
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User avatar #8 - ferbisboy (01/10/2013) [-]
my fucking sides
User avatar #7 - Nightinear **User deleted account** (01/10/2013) [+] (2 replies)
I thought farts were methane and not carbondioxide
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User avatar #3 - krasnogvardiech (01/10/2013) [+] (2 replies)
I had a pretty vivid one a while back.

>Parents are leaving me on my own for Christmas
>I have over $400 in my bank account. They leave me with just scraps and days-old turkey
>I leave the house and gather friends to go bargain hunting
>Go all sorts of places all over the city, looking for the shittiest, cheapest supermarkets known to man
>Finally find a half-decent one
>Go inside, start buying things
>Small child crying its eyes out, mother trying to console him
>No idea what I did or said, but by the end the kid's crying in happiness and people are 'D'awwww'-ing
>We go outside with the first load, drop it off at the house
>We leave again, it's night-time now. As we leave, the security camera gets a glance of a large group of people sneaking over a fence and hurry-sneaking into our house
>We go on, searching for something
>Get in a huge billycart or go-kart and start pushing/moving
>Get about halfway up a hilly suburb, I do remember something about needing to get to 'Hill 11'.
>Get fucking tired around Hill 8. Take a detour into the utility buildings (storehouses and shit) at the side of the road
>Find a storehouse with three microjet planes. I shit you not, these were tiny jetplanes.
>'Commandeer' them, fly up and out of town
>Go to a nearby farming sector, the extra man in one of the planes bails out
>No idea how we did it, but we manage to steal a biplane, a giant chicken, a silo full of corn, three cows and a shitton of vegetables
>Fly back, ditch the microjets somewhere, start hauling our gains back
>Just about to return home, when I see lights in our house.

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