Dreaming of Frank

I had a dream about Frank today.

Let me preface this by saying that Frank threw up the other day. It looked like a big, green plastic tumbleweed. I'm not sure how it happened but it did. If we don't watch him he gets ornery.

My future plans with Frank are as follows:
1. Assemble a frostruder.
2.
3. Make profit.

But I digress, so back to my dream.

A mustachioed man (an actual human) named Frank had a bowl full of Frank's tumbleweed throw up and was eating it. Frank was sitting to the side glowing with pleasure.

It was that quick, yet very disturbing.