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The writers in the blog world all seem to have different ways of tackling the problem of not knowing what to write about or not having time to think of anything. Bears Will Attack makes lists. Megarita takes pictures. Hans and the Fast Idiot don't post unless inspiration strikes. But I prefer to turn to my instant messenger and email to give me a conversation that will confuse and enlighten you, inform you and tell you something you already know, and hopefully your jaw will drop at some point in the proceedings.

So please enjoy this email exchange between two anonymous people, one of which may or may not be me, and the other may or may not have known what he/she was getting into when he/she brought up the subject in the first place:

Person A: i dreamt last night that you and i were in las vegas and we picked up four hookers to share between the two of us. it sounds like i'm making this up, but i'm not.

Person B: So did we each get two or did we share all four of them? And were they the hot kind of hookers or were they all skanky?

Person A: they were the hot kind and we each took two. the weird thing was that yours each had one arm and you thought that was totally hot.

Person B: That makes sense. Whenever I'm in Vegas, I prefer to get a "slot-machine" hooker.

Person A: oh, man.

I probably should warn you ahead of time about this sort of stuff.