Last night I dreamt that Saddam Hussein visited me. He obviously hasn't been killed by the occupying forces. He has trimmed his beard slightly and that was enough to confuse everybody; although to me it was rather obvious that he was Saddam. Anywho.
We went out for lunch. After lunch I was unable to find my minivan that I drove him to lunch in. We kept searching in the parking lot and pressing the car's remote key in vain. It dawned too late to me that the car was in the parking lot on the other side of the restaurant. By the time I'd found the car and driven him back home, it was time to wake up.
Saddam wasn't too helpful in finding the car, because he clearly hasn't had to search for his car in a parking lot before.
I don't remember the conversations we had. Sads.
We went out for lunch. After lunch I was unable to find my minivan that I drove him to lunch in. We kept searching in the parking lot and pressing the car's remote key in vain. It dawned too late to me that the car was in the parking lot on the other side of the restaurant. By the time I'd found the car and driven him back home, it was time to wake up.
Saddam wasn't too helpful in finding the car, because he clearly hasn't had to search for his car in a parking lot before.
I don't remember the conversations we had. Sads.