last night i had a dream that i was searching goodwill for vintage garfield plushies for my collection (which i have in real life) when suddenly Jerma came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. he was really giddy and said he would give me an entire closet full of garfield stuff, so he led me to this random closet in the back of the store. upon opening it, there was no garfields, just a fuck ton of cold medicine. he shot me in the head




















