I think I may have visited Heaven last night, and here’s why… In my dream last night I walked down Manchester with Scotty Motown, Joe Motown, Deelo and Ian O’Leary, and we entered this church (I have no idea why.) Once inside we saw that it had stadium seating and we sat in the nosebleed section. This place was packed. So we were listening to the preacher and people started passing out giant frosty beer mugs. Then hot women in bikinis started walking around and filling them up, and they only charged us 3 dollars per mug (which is less than what my church charges.) Then came time for communion and we all got in line and took communion. Once we took communion everyone had to climb into tiny tunnels built into the walls to get back to their seats. The drinking continued into the evening. Then Mr. Wolfe shows up with a broken leg or something and a dance squad. Joe was like, “Aren’t you glad I brought you here?” I was like, “yes.” Then the dancing started with full out strobe lights, bass pumpin’ and girls freak dancing. The mixed drinks were flying into people’s hands. Everyone was merry, until Ian slapped me in the face, and I started chasing him through the church hallways. Then I woke up. I want to go back!!
Sounds like a typical night at the Morris household.
