Last night I had a weird dream. I was at some kind of event where there was a presentation. A bomb went off and the place got attacked by gang members. I escaped into 'the tunnels' and made my way to the bowels of the city where I found Newt Gingrich. We teamed up to fight our way out and that's the last I remember.
He seemed like a pretty nice guy. He had a stockpile of weapons and he shared them with me. I can't imagine Romney being so friendly in that same situation.







