So the other night, I dreamt that Iris and I were backstage at the Aragon, alone with Trent Reznor.
No, wait...it gets worse.
His new cause du jour was preventing STDs, so he was training Iris and me to administer these injections of vaccinated foam...up NIN fans' vaginas. Then he went out in the hallway to advertise these vaccinations, holding a singing fish in his arms.
That's when I woke up...horrified.
Oh, and by the way, we got our tickets for the last Chicago show, so I guess we can quit our bitching...
