I had a dream last night that Laurence Fox was a German exchange student living with us named Stephan. He didn’t know what American football was, but he did still somehow manage to score a nice, high school-style make-out session with me on the couch. At first, my conscious, lucid brain was wondering why I was POSSIBLY kissing a high school kid, like, had I lost my mind or something? and then I realized:
…I’ll take it.