I had this dream last night that involved people I didn't recognize but in the dream they were friends of D's. I had this strong feeling that I didn't like them, they just weren't my type of people, which if you know me well it's hard to find someone who's not my 'type of people' because I truly like everyone with some exceptions, but that's neither here nor there, back to the dream........So we're hanging out with D's friends who I find unsavory and we're at this store that is a cross between Ikea and Home Depot, and we're taking a break in our shopping to have something to eat and D's friend takes off his socks and slaps them on the table because his feet are too warm.......I'm horrified on two levels; 1. the dirty socks on the table, and 2. they were my monkey socks.....Me: Dude, those are my socks, WTF are you doing?
Dude: Oh, I know but I saw them on the back of your dryer and I just love thick wool socks.....Love them, I didn't think you'd mind, we're friends
Me: Not anymore
Lesson: You touch my monkeys and you'll have a hard time playing with your banana's later............
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