It must have been last Thursday, August 8, 2013. I dreamed that I was hanging with the Kardashians at an air force base that had been abandoned. It was bright and sunny. We all were having a good time celebrating something, what I don't know. Khloe is my favorite and she and I were doing our rounds. There was this jerk walking around like he was tough and it was bothering me. So I flew up and grabbed him. My face must have had the look that I was going to spit on him because his face was refusing it. "What are you going to do?" he said. "I'm going to spit in your ear!" said I. And I did. It was a big one. The weird thing was when I grabbed him I was floating up five feet in the air.
I know I said this already, but Khloe's my favorite.
