I don't think I need to tell you all what a big fan I am of 17-year-old girls, so you can imagine my delight upon hearing that one was found alive after spending 8 days in her wrecked car without food or water. Not the death of Superman, a Batman, and the Greatest American Hero could rob me of the joy I feel.

Then I read the article.

Apparently this girl, she's called Laura Hatch, has insane friends. I don't mean unhinged with grief or crazy like a fox. I mean fucking lulu. My evidence is Sha Nohr -- the woman with the truncated name who found her.

According to the article, Sha dreamt "...about a wooded area and went out to look [the next morning] with her daughter."

The incident happened outside of Seattle, Washington -- an area the residents of which dream about nothing but, coffee, wooded areas, and Pearl Jam's amazing 1992 Unplugged performance. The whole fucking state is wooded area.

Sha Nohr: Honey! Honey! Wake up! I just had a dream about a wooded area -- get your Birks on, 'cause we're heading out to look for Laura!

Netha Nohr: Aw, mom, let's just can it. Last time you dreamt about hardwood, we wound up cruising for Latinos all over Seattle.

Sha Nohr: Oh, you!

Fin

Analogcabin @ 11:38 AM
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