Why can't (we)?

So here's the thing about dreams.

In ours, a reporter is sitting across from us at a long cherry conference room table. She's there to ask the tough questions. We're there to answer, because the people demand answers. The people need answers and by gawd Old Man Snap is going to provide them.

Reporter: "So what about the lyrics 'We haven't f*cked yet but my head is swimming?' Should those lyrics be cleaned up or changed?"

OMS: "What the f*ck kind of a question is that? Of course they should."

Wait. What? No. No no no no no. They should not be changed. Old Man Snap must heretofor tell you, his fives of readers, that he believes in simple things, like corporate beer pong, regulated, of course, on long cherry conference tables, and simple voices, like Liz Phair's.

DreamOMS sucks.