I had a dream this morning that I kept bumping into the Jonas bros. Except I don’t really know what they look like* so everyone in dream land kept telling me who I was talking to. Eventually the JB’s started yelling at me about being the JBs. And then a paparazzi spy showed up and took pictures of us with his giant camera that had one of those 1940s flashes that sounds like a giant being winded. CACHUNK. Or whatever. Writing sounds is hard. Believe.

*as far as I’m concerned these are the Jonas Brothers