Posted by: Devin | July 27, 2014

Cutting Rod Serling’s Class

Last night, I dreamt Rod Serling was my writing teacher. He kept telling me to apply myself, but I kept cutting class. He got so mad about it one day that he secretly followed me after I left to see what I was up to.

I was training to be a boxer. The only girl in a guys’ boxing tournament, and I was KICKING ASS.

He was off to the side, shocked, just going, “oh, okay, this is acceptable.”

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