where I was at a house party, and convinced Donald Trump to euthanize his dog (I don't think he even has a dog)
and then everyone lost their pants at the same time and started going around looking for pants but always finding the wrong ones, and we were all discussing with each other trying to figure out how we could have all lost our pants at the same time
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Did you convince him to euthanize his dog for a good reason, like it was in the late stages of cancer, or were you just being a jerk?
it wasn't voluntary, it was more like he watched me interact with the dog and decided "this dog's got to go"
I can only presume so - the dream descended into chaos after that
