Around the end of high school, I had a dream I was watching the Super Bowl at my house. For whatever reason, both teams got into a huge brawl on the field in the middle of the game. It was crazy, but got a lot worse. As the teams were brawling, 76 year-old Clint Eastwood stepped onto the field wearing a football uniform, complete with helmet and shoulder pads. He started shooting everyone on both teams with his .44 Magnum, never bothering to reload.
The last player left standing on the field was Ray Lewis. Clint pistol-whipped him and Ray fell to the ground. Clint mounted Ray, ready to blow his brains out, when Ray wet himself. Clint then angrily gave a speech to him about being a man. Then my mom woke me up for school.
The last player left standing on the field was Ray Lewis. Clint pistol-whipped him and Ray fell to the ground. Clint mounted Ray, ready to blow his brains out, when Ray wet himself. Clint then angrily gave a speech to him about being a man. Then my mom woke me up for school.
