So there I was dreaming last night after eating too much banana bread, see? I was at some office in a strip mall, and this woman handed me an invitation to the White House 2010 Christmas Party. I was like sweet, but then she was like “it’s a conditional invitation” and I was like
“For the invitation to be valid, you have to take sensitivity training.”
“Oh, come on! I know I’m not a Democrat, but that’s…”
The woman interrupted me through her grin. “Nobody cares about that. No, this is because of your potty mouth. There are kids present at the first half of the party
and I was like WAT and she laughed then I was like doooooooh but took the invitation anyway and then
the dream morphs into a shopping trip to Home Depot with one of my female coworkers, trying to find some type of wipe that would remove permanent marker from a washer and dryer but she was wearing a poodle skirt but I think she forgot to put on a bra and then I was going to ask her if she forgot to wear panties too but then I remembered I needed to be sensitive for the children at the 2010 White House Christmas party so I didn’t say anything and then the cat woke me up.