BEAKER.........

Ok….this was a fucked dream….but here it goes.
I was walking down the street, and there was NOBODY around. What’s worse was, I was wearing something that looked like a throw back to the old MC Hammer days.
Can’t touch this – yeah, don’t wanna.
I noticed that I had an alarm clock in my left hand and a rubber chicken in my right. Suddenly the alarm clock goes off! DING! DING! DING! DING!!!!!!! It is so fucking loud, I HAVE to find a way to muffle the sound.
So…..I quickly shove it up the chicken’s ass. The chicken then turns his little rubber head up to me –“Quack, do I know you?” Ok…..the chicken talks.
No sooner did I hear someone running up to me. I turned to see Hailey Joel Osmond! He was in pajamas (the kind with the little footsies attached) and he’s holding a bottle of vodka. He slid to a stop, took a pull off the bottle, and said “I see BEAKER….”
“Who?”
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAKER….”
“……..The muppet?”
“Yes…..”
“Umm…that’s strange Hailey.”
“No fuckin shit, whatcha think the booze is for??!!”
As he took another good pull, there was a BOOM in the sky! We both looked up to see the sky turn red. The clouds parted with a CRACK!!! -and the Oscar Myer Weiner Mobile comes jetting out of the sky….skidding to a stop next to us. At the wheel was BORAT.
He smiles and says “I like zee sex, YES!”
Hailey looks shocked and takes a pull off the bottle, “BEEEEEEEEEAKER..” he whispers.

THEN I WAKE UP!!!!
So…..WTF??!!! What do you think it means? No more foreign beer for me!!!
F U