I was supposed to go to a secret mafia meeting and join the Yin clan but i went to the wrong table.
Giant crocodile invasion!!! They were coming up the river next to the castle ruins. One climbed the walls and said: My name's Thomas Smith but you can call me Michael.
I dreamt that i was having a conversation with an anxious irish priest who told me this on the verge of tears.
Pearl of wisdom i received one night: In order to live long, you have to eat little and have a sweater that likes you.
