I had a dream the other night, and it featured one of you lovely bitches and your wack-ass kitties, namely.... Kim E. and Elvis, Prince and Conan.

I was in a theater somewhere waiting for a Broadway-style musical to start when I noticed this woman sitting next to me. She looked really familiar, and all of a sudden I realized IT WAS MOTHERFUCKING KIM. And she had this children's book (the really oversized hardcover kind) in her hands. She gave it to me and said "Here, Conan wants you to have this."

And it turns out that Conan can talk and write, and he wrote this kickass kid's book about his life and all the throwdowns he and Big E. get into. A book about life as a sexy orange wrassling cat.

I woke up chuckling. Man, a book by Conan would rule so hardcore!

You bitches need to get out of my head, man!

(Not really, it was a really fun and funny dream. I wish I remembered more from the book, I just remembered it had some awesome photos of Conan, Elvis and Prince and lots of funny stories.)