let's give 'em something to blog about

you're going to learn a little bit about a boy named kubas.

i lead a boring life when it comes to dreams. i NEVER dream. literally, each night i look forward to closed eyes and darkness--nothing more, nothing less.

in the rare event that i DO have a dream, i've noticed that MOST of those dreams come true.

this is what i dreamt about yesterday:

i had just finished eating breakfast on christmas eve...and my family decided to open presents. my dream skipped ahead to a barren christmas tree...with wrapping paper scattered across the floor and opened boxes and your stereotypical "post-present-opening" chirstmas scene. but...underneath the tree...was one last gift. and who was it for? andrew kubas. it was a small little thing...about 3" X 5" and the size of a postcard. it read, "to kubas. from lenny." i opened the package, and what was inside? a note. it read, "look in the garage."

...i went to the garage door...opened it up...

and what was waiting for me? but a PIMPED-OUT scratched up lenny! that's right, apparently the noen NOT ONLY drove itself to some detailing facility, but it WROTE ME A NOTE and GAVE ME A PRESENT to go along with it.

isn't my car great?

tell me, what are the odds that this dream comes true?

mustache out!