damn Devil wearin' Prada

I just dreamt that the I was temping at a clothing designer.

Toward the end of my tenure, thus designer wanted to use a shirt made for me by mom-diggidity, which I simply called my design.

While at home thar night it occurred to me that I should clarify that it was mom-Diesel's mash-up (e'en though she wudna cared).

On returning to work the following day, I was picked up in a limo, wherein I was presented with documents showing I wa being sued for FRAUD.

It ended as I was going into the building...