I dreamed last night that Napoleon Dynamite helped me escape from the clutches (what exactly is a “clutch”?) of an evil corporate giant in Dallas. It was “sweet.”

I also dreamed my dog had puppies, which is surprising since he’s male, even more surprising, in my dream he also had kittens. Sweet!

“Will you bring me my chap stick?”
“No, Napoleon.”
“But my lips hurt real bad!—Idiot!”

I took a quiz to see what Napoleon Dynamite character I am. I’m the tots. The picture won’t post . . . Idiot!

lemme try again.



sweet!