I think of fat, sweaty gimps, covered in babyjuice, while spanked by some skanky, skinny granny mistress, who's drinking a glass of wine, mixed with bile and blood. There's an elevator music running on the background, and then suddenly George Bush comes fluttering by, dressed as a ballerina with wings, and a magic staff. That's what I think of when I go to sleep.
But for some reason, I only manage to get an 6 hours night of sleep...
Edit: For those of you who don't know what a gimp is:
G is for Gimp
