I had a dream that John Ratzenberger
was walking through one of those shops that sells really cheap clothing for tweens. I was there looking for something wear, sadly. I saw him and decided it was worth it to follow him so I could tell everyone, “Hey. Cliff Clavin was at this shitty shop.”
As I followed him, I ended up in a lecture hall that was filled with people taking some sort of a test. I took a step down and it made a loud “thunk” and everyone turned around to shush me. It was then that I realized the room was full of D-list celebrities, including some nondescript Jackson brother.
Why?
2 years ago • Notes