I just remembered a dream I had last night.

NSFPM* warning here (Not Safe For Puritan Minds)

Ready?

Stephen Colbert was doing his late show and decided to do some man on the street interviews and lo and behold he comes knocking on my front door. I answer it wearing my favorite t-shirt and underwear, cause that is how I always answer the door, in my dreams only, no not really. Anyway, he asks me some questions and I totally nail them and am having a really fun time with it except my testicles keep popping out the sides of the cup in my tighty whities. Hey, I don’t write the dreams I have, I just star in them.

So yeah. That was my dream. You are welcome Stephen Colbert.