I had a dream that I was somehow drafted to play junior league hockey in the OHL. The organization decided that in order to promote unity within the team, they would have everyone on the team live in a house with another player. The player I was assigned to live with used to be a clown before he made it onto the roster and still wore his clown makeup unless he was on the ice. The guy was a psychopath.

He was constantly interfering in whatever I tried to do and I believe even threatened to assault/kill me on several occasions if I attempted to stop his meddling in my affairs. At one point, I was on this mini-bike type thing riding around in the acres of land behind the house, it started running slowly so I stopped to make sure everything was alright mechanically. Everything was so, I set it up back up, got on and fired it up. Right before I could gun it, the clown suddenly jumped on the back and started clawing at my neck.

In a desperate attempt to get him the fuck off me, I did a wheelie on the bike to the point where the front tire in the air was perpendicular to the ground below me. Apparently there was some red hot piece of metal on the back of the bike for whatever reason, and it began searing the flesh of the clown, effectively branding him with a giant "H."

After hearing him writhing in pain and smelling his flesh burning, I put the front wheel back down and turned off the bike out of mercy, even though he was likely to actually try and kill me at this point.

Suddenly, the view was no longer from my perspective and I saw a shot of the clown, blindfolded, screaming at who I presumed to be me. He was yelling things along the line of "What the fuck were you doing?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I have half a mind to fucking murder you right here, right now!" While he was yelling, he reached into his clown... getup and pulled out a gun.

One he did that, I heard the sound of almost hundreds of guns cocking and being prepared to fire. The blindfold instantaneously fell off the clown's face as my view panned out, showing that the garage of the home was a chop shop and drug barn, filled with gang members, several of whom only served as guards dressed, funnily enough, as clowns.

I walked into the garage, everyone in there nodded at me, asked me "What's up, kid?" and other mannerisms that made it seem as though they approved of me. I looked on the ground and I saw the clown, dressed in normal clothing, make-up removed as he lie there with a single hole in his chest in a pool full of blood.

This is where I woke up. Fuckin' hate clowns.

No need for violence, just tell her she's got a game misconduct and show her the door.

As I said in the GDT, the call on Rivet was horseshit. The Bruins player was holding onto Rivet's stick like it was the last fucking raft on the Titanic.

No need for violence, just tell her she's got a game misconduct and show her the door.

As I said in the GDT, the call on Rivet was horseshit. The Bruins player was holding onto Rivet's stick like it was the last fucking raft on the Titanic.

It is too nice out today to not go outside at some point

I really wish my apartment had a balcony, I'd pull my TV outside and sit out there and watch the game.

I would also like to say that I am proud not a single republican senator voted for the bill

It can get pretty disgusting with some people. Here's one from my Facebook that I completely disagree with:



This is what's wrong with our political system today. As a moderate, I would be proud that 33 Democrats voted against the bill, but not proud that no Republicans voted for the bill. But that's not any props to the Democrats either. It just shows how congresspeople vote only along party lines and don't actually formulate their own opinions on the matter nor listen to the opinions of their constituents.

But I suppose that's talk better for the Politics forum.

Social justice mindset: my life will be better when others' lives are better <3