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A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was ice skating (which was weird enough because I can't ice skate) in this small oval ice rink and Sarah Palin was there and the bitch had SKILLS, I mean she was skating all over the walls and shit defying gravity, doing pirouettes and backflips and everyone was in awe of her skating prowess. So then the ice starts to melt and everyone starts fleeing for their lives but Sarah Palin is still just skating around, dodging the melting ice, leaping over it all funky, and I fall in. I'm drowning and I'm like "SARAH, HELP ME" and she lifts me out and then I have a moral dilemma: should I have accepted Sarah Palin's help? Knowing what sort of a person she is, would I have done the same for her? I'm thinking about this and then suddenly I'm at home and I'm on the computer looking at Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Wikipedia and Sarah Palin is listed as a writer and I'm like "What the fuck, Sarah Palin wrote episodes of Buffy?" so I look and it says that she contributed all of these ridiculous reactionary ideas like that Buffy dies because healthcare has been socialised and they refuse to treat her or that Angel is tortured for sodomy. Reading it just makes me feel worse about accepting her help.
Then I wake up. I mean, I didn't fuck anyone but it was still interesting.
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