Any armchair psychoanalysts out there?
What could this depiction of last nights' dream possibly mean? Is 1970's feminist icon Bea Arthur trying to tell me something? Have I been following this Retro Diet too long? Perhaps it has just been too long since I have indulged in my favorite food? Could it be that a pizza close encounter of the third kind is going to occur in my not-too-distant future? Please help!
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