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For the last two nights I've been having this strange dream. It starts on a plane, where I'm traveling somewhere, the location is never clear. But when the plane lands, myself and a fellow passenger find ourselves in 1970. Wierdly enough I contact my family, explain to them what's happened and they let us crash with them until we get our lives sorted. In this case, that apparently means opening a sandwich shop in Cincinnati.
What?
Yeah, I know. That was my reaction too.
Oh yeah, and in the dream, I still hate the 1970s. Wouldn't you? No internet, only three television networks, no cable television. Where there VCRs in the 70s, or was that an 80s thing? I think 80s.
Ah. And all the men have porn-staches.
Yuck.
What?
Yeah, I know. That was my reaction too.
Oh yeah, and in the dream, I still hate the 1970s. Wouldn't you? No internet, only three television networks, no cable television. Where there VCRs in the 70s, or was that an 80s thing? I think 80s.
Ah. And all the men have porn-staches.
Yuck.
