I just dreamt that my friend Lisa and I were in this satanic church (which was just like a regular Protestant church, only run down). They were conducting this evil church service, and the satanic minister was Carrot Top.

You know how in a lot of Protestant churches they have the little kids come to the front of the narthex or narve or pulpit or whatever they call the front of the church, and then the minister tells them a cute little story about Jesus? Well, in this satanic church all the ladies had to go to the front of the church. And then Carrot Top told us all about how to dial down the center for long distance. On the way back to our seats, Lisa declared that he was absolutely, positively in love with me. My reaction was, "Evil or not, he is so not my type. I'll try to let him down gently."

Analysis: I should not eat mint chocolate chip ice cream at midnight. Also, there are way too many Carrot Top commercials on TV.

I don't think that Carrot Top is evil - but he's definitely unfunny.