Steve: Last night I dreamed me and some friends were sneaking around some dark catacombs under a church trying to beat an army of powerful monsters to some unspecified goal.
It was weird.
Joe: I’m assuming you won
Steve: I guess so.
They were these crazy scary undead monsters.
Meanwhile Sarah dreamed about wine.
She says she dreamed about accidentally drinking a Rosé.
What does that say about each of us?
Joe: It says A – you’re a viking, B – you’re wife has class even when she’s unconscious and C – vikings like dames what gots class.
Steve: Got it.
Steve: Today it’s me.
Steve: Yeah, a little.
Like you were yesterday. Definitely in a mental daze.
Steve: One of those days where I feel like I’m just wasting time until something happens.
Joe: Yeah, dude that’s the worst.
Go do something, pushups, bible, prayer walk, get out of your geographic area if you can.
Take your dog for a walk and listen to the bible on your ipod or something.
Steve: Yeah, good idea.
I have screen eye.
Everything I do involves a screen.
Including talking to you.
Joe: Go see the shit God made without us.
Steve: I’m gonna go play fetch.
Steve: He’s a retriever. If there’s one thing he loves…
Steve: …it’s hookers.