I dreamed last night that M. Bouffant had taken some kinda youth drug and wound up in high school. For some reason I was hanging around the high school too. Then Bouffant took another drug that turned him even younger and also into a girl. He was then in the same class as my daughter. I thought I'd help out and went the school office to sort out why one student went missing and another showed up. A visiting member of a pipe band was also in the office and said "Well, why don't you use some of those liberal blogger skills?" I said "That's what I'm doing fuckhead" and mushed his hat down into his face, then brought his head down to meet my knee. Most satisfying, and I woke up smiling at that point.
Also for sale in the school office were snack-sized portions of fresh warm poo.