Dreams are fun. I used to have some real doozies when i was kid living on our farm. Never really new that it was the wild mushrooms I was chompin on. Me and a buddy tried building wings on the go cart and hoisted it up the barn to see if we could get it to fly. We nosed dived of the barn and were lucky to have survived. My buddy ruptured his spleen and had 2 broken clavicles. My dad gave me an ass whoopin when i got home from the hospital for good measure. we were the original "Jackasses".
