This is just a short quip about a dream I had the other night. I really have no idea if you will find it funny, but I look back on it with a great deal of fondness.
I was sleeping on my couch and dreamed that a girl claiming to be Britney Spears moved in with my roommate and me. As it turned out, however, she was an imposter who was just trying to get a whole bunch of her thug friends into the apartment in order to burglarize us. Sadly for the young faker, however, I found out about her nefarious plot and beat her with a floor lamp and before chasing out the rest of the hoodlums.
I shudder to think what this says about my psyche.