I dreamed that the pope flew in my window again . This time I asked him for an autograph . When he took out his pen and paper , he turned into Elvis , and began to shake his hips as he danced around the room. . Then he took out a joint and tried to convince me that it was some type of holy candle . So I asked him for a puff of his candle .
Yea , candle .
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