Me: What the fuck was all that about?
Me: Seriously, what was with all the beetles?
Brain: Huh? Beatles?
Me: Yes, I could hardly sleep because I kept dreaming about Beetles
Brain: Which one?
Me: What do you mean which one?
Brain: Well, there was John, George, Paul and Ringo
Me: No, not those Beatles, the other beetles
Brain: What other Beatles? Those are the only ones I know
Me: No, the bug beetles
Brain: Bug beetles?
Me: Yes, the bug beetles. They were all over the place last night.
Brain: I don’t get it, where were they?
Me: In my dreams you moron. I’d have a dream about weird beetles and I’d wake up and then fall back asleep and there would be more beetles
Brain: Actually you only dreamt you woke up. You never really did
Me: No, I know I woke up.
Brain: Okay, whatever you say
Me: What was with all the beetles?
Brain: I don’t know
Me: That’s bullshit. What was with all the beetles?
Brain: It was Stephanie’s fault
Me: Who is Stephanie?
Brain: You know our friend from Vermont. We played softball with her years ago
Me: Oh yeah. Why is it her fault
Brain: Well, she posted a picture on Facebook of a beetle she saw yesterday and was wondering what it was
Brain: Well I started looking through the internet for beetles and then next thing you know I’m looking at picture after picture of big ugly bugs
Me: And when did you do that?
Brain: Right before bed
Me: Great. Didn’t I tell you to stay off the internet before bed
Brain: Sorry Fat Man
Me: No big deal other than the 3 hours of sleep I’ll never get back
Brain: Too bad it wasn’t dreams about the Beatles
Me: I’m not sure they’d be any better
Brain: True. Can you imagine a giant Ringo head chasing you around a field
Me: You’re weird
Brain: I like it that way