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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
You wake up. You are alone. The bed is huge, surrounded by photos. They are all the same. Your clothes are in a pile on the floor. The rest of the floor is taken up by a giant pair of trousers. The biggest cigar you have ever seen smoulders in an ashtray full of money. You remember a voice. Forceful,. Full of shit, but forceful. Its like the 80's never ended. You have just had sex with Rush Limbaugh.
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