Knight Rider for President!

So I just woke up from one of those wierd dreams that you have when you wake up and go back to sleep. Those drifing nonsensical dreams. I only remember the end, but it's worth remembering.

I walked through a strip mall parking lot and went to Dunkin Donuts, where they made me pay $12.87 for six donuts. Of course, I couldn't find my wallet, and when I did it was full of change and no bills. But then when I looked again, it was chock full of bills, the smallest of which was a hundred (A lot of my dreams involve confusion regarding money, but you don't have to look deep into my subconscious to know that all that confusion is real). So I paid with the hundred, which had a picture of David Hasselhoff where a president should be (Kitt, I have to break a hundred for donuts). Of course, immediately upon leaving I crossed the parking lot and saw a tiny bakery, just a service window with wooden tables behind it and a Bavarian grandmotherly type working the window, handing out fresh and beautiful baguettes. But when I tried to get one the woman told me they were closed, and pulled a metal grate down over the window. Oh, well, I guess things could be worse. At least I still have donuts.


And I just had to post this picture, because: 1) how can you have too much David Hasselhoff (and his sweet eighties shoes)? and 2) wtf?