Jan 29
A Dream of Bread
Last night, I dreamed I was a refugee from a war-torn Sarajevo of long ago. I set a lonely camp on the side of a deserted road, I hadn’t seen a single human being for what felt like years. Perhaps I was the last? It was oppressive, I was scared. All I had left to eat was a single loaf of bread. Just bread. I built a fire, stoked it high. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I’m cold-cocked by Oprah Winfrey with the butt of an AK-47. Everything went black for a moment, I ended up flat on my back. When I could finally focus my eyes, I realized Oprah was standing over me, holding my bread. She could see the hurt in my eyes, the confusion. I knew because she looked at me apologetically and said, “I didn’t want it to come to this… I LOVE bread.”
I woke up silently screaming.
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I was wondering where all this Oprah/bread stuff was coming from… So great! 😀
Honey Chile, don’t mess with Oprah and bread. Apparently, it gets real ugly real fast.
Oh, and maybe you should get checked for a concussion. 😉
Wicked!
This post is the only redeeming quality of that commercial.
Best ever