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Finally I had a Bono dream. I mean it's just sleep unless Bono is there. So during my nap... Bono and I were enjoying a romantic night on the roof of my child hood house. Miss Whiskers was our waiter. She brought us Hot dogs and wine and kept our candles lit. Then Bono sang to me "he moves in mysterious ways"... instead of she. Then the evil republicans came to squash our love. Then Michael Brown started climbing up the house. Bono threw his sunglasses at Brown and he exploded. Then held me close in his manly arms. Miss Whiskers brought out chili for the hot dogs and Cheney grabbed her. Then I woke up. It was really scary but kind of romantic.
hube
