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DREAM: WHITE STRIPES SLUMBER PARTY
Category: Personal
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003 @ 06:03 pm
Posted By Brent
Scott, for some reason, lived in a mobile home and had invited me and Brenda to sleep over tonight. When we got there, we were quite suprised to find the Jack and Meg White spending the night too. We began to drink and talk, and before long we had created a drinking game out of some board game that was lying around. When my turn came around I lost and was forced to drink. Everyone in the room objected saying that you didn't drink when you lost this game, instead, everyone else got the throw darts at your abdomen. Being scared shitless that any moment I was going to get pummeled by darts, I bolted out of the door of the mobile home and set off running down the gravel road.

All the mobile homes here were rather strange, some reaching 4 to 5 stories in the air. By the time morning came I turned and started walking back to Scott's house. I really didn't want to go back inside until I was sure they weren't still playing this insane game. I climbed up the side the peered into the window and only saw Scott and Jack White. They didn't seem to be playing the game any longer, so I jumped down and went on inside.

It all of a sudden became extremely apparent that Meg wasn't around anymore. When I asked Jack where she was he responded by sticking his arms out and hanging limply as if he were being crucified. "She's dead?!", I asked, and Scott to me, "yeah, she's dead. She lost too many times and couldn't stop the bleeding."



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