Posts Tagged With: skunks

at what point do you discredit a dream?

is it the part where donald miller is your friend and you’re hanging out like bffs

or

is it the part where skunks start attacking your face?

(i┬ápersonally vote to discredit any dream i have after eating brie cheese – attacking skunks? seriously??)

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