Okay, so this is the first real life thing to freak me out in a long time. Here it goes.

My dad has been gone more than a decade now, and from time to time he shows up in my dreams from time to time. I’ve never been good at remembering dreams so I don’t recall what we talked about or anything like that, but in one I remember being in my aunt’s kitchen, and my dad came in with my childhood dog. I was so…

It’s all fun and games until you need to take a dump