The Band of My Dreams

This is a true story.

Last night I dreamt about a band. The band consisted of six identical versions of a certain intellectual perverted bearded curly haired redhead friend of mine. Each one of them was clad in an a tye-died pinstripe t-shirt. They were fusion jazz reggae funk soul, called "The Puffy Fog-Hammers." The bassist, named "Chain," was particularly nasty.