Ah yes, another “what the fuck” moment.

Last night I had a dream. I don’t remember most of it. But what I do remember was the end.

I was walking along the street, where there was a protest of some sort. I believe it was political, probably something like some crazed wingers screaming about the end of the world and how “the gays” were out to turn us all. Something like that, anyway.

It was a small crowd, maybe 5 people. One of them was a young boy. He might have been 7, maybe younger. He was picking out people as they walked past and yelling “You’re a douchebag!”

I thought it a bit rude to do that, so I walked up to the young boy, and asked him “Do you know what a douchbag is?” Answered in the negative, I proceeded to explain to him that “a douchbag is used to clean out a vagina.”

After doing so, the child’s father came to me and loudly explained that “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I woke up thinking “you’re letting your son go around calling people douchebags and I’m the bag guy?”

I don’t know where my brain comes up with this shit.