It's happened to me twice in the last week, and I'm not very happy about it.
The first time it was Milwaukee Mike. We were somewhere out to dinner, and there were other people there too, but I can't remember who. Anyway, Mike wouldn't stop talking about conspiracy theories, and blaming the government on everything. (9/11, Oklahoma City bombing, Aurora shooting, Newtown, his dinner being cold, etc.). Finally I had to look down at my phone and pretend I had an emergency text, and got the hell out of there. No offense, Mike.
The second one was BiteMe. We were playing this highly advanced video game, that was also a high-stakes poker game. This game was pretty futuristic, but I was pissed because he ended up winning.
Has anyone else ever dreamt about posters, or am I just a big fruitcake?
The first time it was Milwaukee Mike. We were somewhere out to dinner, and there were other people there too, but I can't remember who. Anyway, Mike wouldn't stop talking about conspiracy theories, and blaming the government on everything. (9/11, Oklahoma City bombing, Aurora shooting, Newtown, his dinner being cold, etc.). Finally I had to look down at my phone and pretend I had an emergency text, and got the hell out of there. No offense, Mike.
The second one was BiteMe. We were playing this highly advanced video game, that was also a high-stakes poker game. This game was pretty futuristic, but I was pissed because he ended up winning.
Has anyone else ever dreamt about posters, or am I just a big fruitcake?


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