I had a really strange dream about Sally, last night.
Many of you remember "Two Tooth" Sally, I'm sure. She ran one of the best ever hot pillow joints in south Texas, back in the nineteen eighties. Sadly, she suddenly passed away last year from complications related to CED (Chronic Explosive Diarrhea). She was giving some guy a lap dance when she unexpectedly shit all over him and he shot her.
Anyway, Sally always kept a bag of marshmallows handy for the times I'd stop in for a visit. I have a fondness for their sugary softness.
So in my dream she walks up and hands me a five pound marshmallow, winks, and then floats away. Weird, huh?
What's even more weird is I wake up the next morning and my pillow is gone. :smile: