Dreams, Demicoli and a funeral

I had this weird dream about Joe Demicoli. Now just before you close this window and write me off as a total nut-case, just spend a couple of minutes more. Because I really had this dream. And I woke up with such a silly, yes very welcome grin. What the hell was I dreaming of? Is this what sophisticated girls dream about? No, but then they're not as sophisticated as I am. It would take a hell of a highly sophisticated girl to be able to laugh at (not as in making fun of) Demicoli. I would make a potential husband think twice, a potential lover think four times. My dad cannot think anymore, because he should have thought before he did (not made) me. No, that sounds terrible, let's say he made me, by the help of the blessed virgin Mary. I never could understand why she's is called a virgin. What difference does it make? None to me. Does the fact that she stayed a virgin mean that she was any better than if she saw some sense and enjoyed herself that little bit more? Anyway, no side-tracking, my dad didn't think twice and look what he ended up with... twice the trouble. Back to Demicoli, just to answer a few haughty remarks here and there... yes I like the guy. Always have. It's just that this blog has finally given me the chance to come out of the Demicoli-loving closet and say it out loud. So what if he's not the usual men who resemble King Kong in all they do and the manner they do it in, I still like the guy. Nobody can make me laugh as hard with his talk of Enemalta people dangerously balancing their thingy when they're doing maintenance. I hope he will be able to come to my funeral and do his thing. My brother will pay up no problem. Because that would be so original. But then, I want people to cry too. I want them to cry because they will have lost this wonderful human being whom they did not appreciate enough in life. I want them to cry because they feel so guilty. And I want them to cry because hey I'm not getting an Extra-Large coffin for just one hour of praying. Because since I haven't gone down the aisle standing up, I'll do it relaxed and lying down. My coffin will be my wedding dress, although I think that costs more in Euro money. It will be my party and since I will not be able to cry, then they will have to cry because I want to.