Hmm...My theories are stale?!?
No one has said it yet...but I know that they're thinking it, and no. My theories aren't stale, they're just as fresh as the newspaper on sunday morning...or that guy who hits on old ladies...and he's really fresh.
Well, anyway, I had a friggin weird dream. First, I walked into a theatre with a shotgun..and the clerk guy was like, "you can't bring that in here", so I pulled out the rocket launcher from my bag and he didnt seem to mind the shotgun anymore. Then, I watched the movie and shot the screen a couple times, but no one said anything...why? I had a friggin ROCKET LAUNCHER. That automatically gives me screen shooting priveleges. 3.4 times the shooting privelege as a person with a normal gun. A grenade launcher even.
Well, after the movie was over...and it was awesome...I went on over to some house and set traps around to some mission impossible soundtrack or something. I set crap everywhere...even on the toilet...it was awesome, no way they were gettin outta there alive. Then, when everyone else showed up, I was done and they were like, "she didnt say she hated you...she said she wanted to bake you a cake and give you other awesome stuff, if ya know what i mean...", and I was like...."Not chocolate brownies and a custom engraved bowling ball!?".."Yes....those things...", And I was like, "NOOOOOO" when she got home...then I was hit by the traps...and somehow everyone ended up in a hottub.

Yea, my dream was awesome...had to fill in a little bit in the middle...but the beginning and end...exactly as they happened.