I once had a dream that my chest was cover in thick fur like hair and I drove a helicopter down to the barbershop.
Barbra Streisand worked there and had an afro and all gold teeth.
She shaved my chest clean and placed the hair into plastic bags, she kept shaving and shaving and stuffing bags. Must have been a dozen bags of chest hair when she was done.
Then she made a phone call and when she hung up the phone a guy that looked like Conan the Barbarian showed up and told me to follow him.
He carried the bags of chest hair across the street where we entered a building and went don into the basement.
There was some odd type of sweat shop with little persian girls weaving and sowing.
In the blink of an eye they had made my chest hair into a persian rug.
Conan threw it on his shoulder and we went outside and spread it out on the sidewalk.
The rug seemed to be made of gold in the sunlight. Conan told me to sit down on it.
I did as he asked me and the rug started flying.
Me and my chest hair rug flew to distant lands and met many great people.
I woke up feeling naked and very happy.
Dr. Heinz Fraudster
Pharmacist
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Pharmacist
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Mon, Aug 26, 2013 1:56 PM
Aug 26, 2013 1:56 PM
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