I was half asleep, and in the dream I was at a bar. And he was hitting on me, using all these terrible lines. And I told him I hadn’t had sex in awhile. And he went “Dry spell, huh? That’s okay. I’m pretty sure the forecast called for rain tonight.” And I looked him in the eye and went “Oh yeah? How many inches should I be expecting?” And the part of me that was awake laughed so hard, it woke me up.
Even in my subconscious, I’m a smooth motherfucker.