I dreamed last night that I went to a boat wash. Seriously, a boat wash. Even though a boat sits in the water all the time (unless on dry dock - I do know my boating jargon) the irony of a boat wash wasn't lost on my unconscious self. After the boat wash, which was run by very large, naked, and hairy men, I went to a computer wash. They washed my computer but I remember being dissatisfied with the quality of their service. I couldn't watch (because they were naked) and when I did try to peek, it was all fuzzed over or that gag from Home Improvement - something always popped up to block the view. ANYWAY, they didn't clean my computer screen. Jerks.
Moral: never trust a naked man to clean your computer. Computer wash, no.
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muy bueno!
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