A weird dream from the other night - but then again, when do I describe the boring ones? George Clooney was in it, selling Red Cross stuff. Starstruck, I bought something for $25, but when he gave me my change, he gave what I had given him.
Later on, he was in a chair, opening up an envelope. It was from the Immigration Department or something - the Australian one - saying that his application for permanent residency had been rejected.
Where those disparate strands of thought - Clooney, Red Cross and DIMIA - came together in my head, I do not know...
Pauly
Later on, he was in a chair, opening up an envelope. It was from the Immigration Department or something - the Australian one - saying that his application for permanent residency had been rejected.
Where those disparate strands of thought - Clooney, Red Cross and DIMIA - came together in my head, I do not know...
Pauly
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