Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is saving the world one dream at a time.
Last night, Morpheus bade me to save Lindsay Lohan. It was a dream job I couldn't refuse. Thank the Gummi Mary, Mrs. HM is Dr. Drew, Dr. Phil, and Dr. Bob Hartley all rolled into one. Which is handy for explaining her rotund appearance.
As luck would have it, I found my patient climbing into a hyperbaric sleep chamber on the parking lot of the old 7-Eleven. Just as that lid was closing, like a tanning bed, or an Alien movie cryopod, a handsome young dude appeared and palmed something off into LiLo's palm. I caught them in the act. Mrs. HM ain't no slouch in the celebrity-saving department. I commanded Handsome Dude to hit the road, and scolded LiLo. "Don't you know that people DIE from that?" She appeared to have regained her acting skills, because she nodded ashamedly, and clamped the lid of her chamber shut.
I flew off in the direction of my bank to do more important things in the dream world. When I returned three hours later, LiLo was just emerging from her pod like a butterfly from her chrysalis. She was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. We ran around town for a whole day, BFFs, and then my dream job was over. "See?" I told her. "You've gone twenty-four hours without drugs, and you're fine. I know you can make it." LiLo, of course, agreed. Because Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is just that good.
To complete my mission, I took LiLo home. Not with me! Are you kidding? Even in a dream, I'm not that stupid! I took her to the Playboy Mansion. That's where she was living. Of course I had to go in and wake Hef, to let him know she was safely home. He was in his pajamas. Seriously. And in bed, even. Alone. He was quite glad that I had returned LiLo. He thanked me, and sent her off to her room.
I told The Pony about this bit of insanity. And I ended it with, "She'd better not turn up on the news dead today!"
Maybe tonight, I can save Amber Portwood, the Teen Mom who chose five years in the big house rather than another stint in rehab.
Oh no, not LiLo, lol. she is in the news here all the time too. She is such a tragedy! Stiff drink needed after a dream such as that one!
ReplyDeleteHow about tackling Snooki in your next dream? She could use your help about soooo many things.
ReplyDeleteCazzie,
ReplyDeleteMr. Sandman is playing Even Steven with me. As a reward for fixing LiLo, my task last night was to help Matt and Amy Roloff scale the sheer walls of a rock quarry.
Do you know of the Roloff family over there? They had a TV show called Little People, Big World. They are, of course, little people.
In my dream, we were picking up quinces. I don't even know what a quince is, but in the dream, they were like a clear tomato with a bunch of seeds visible through the skin. We wanted the ones with the most seeds.
A sudden rainstorm caused us to take shelter in a small cave a hundred feet above the quarry floor. Then Matt swung over to a prehistoric wooden ladder and climbed to the top. Because, of course, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is just that good as a helper of celebrities.
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Sioux,
Even the omnipotent Mrs. Hillbilly Mom cannot help Snooki. She is on her own. Anybody who can become famous as Italian when she is actually Chilean, get a book contract (for multiple tomes!), two TV shows, and appear on The View for being nothing but a drunken hoor (as they say on the East Coast) does not need any help. Snooki is laughing all the way to the bank.