You laugh, you lose

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Yea so this is rather hard to admit...

But about a week or so ago, I had the wrost dream I've ever had or heard of for that matter. From what I can remember, I open the door to my room to surprisingly see Tera Patrick on my bed (should I realized it was a dream at this point) legs spread ready to get the pipe. As with anyone in this situation I hopped on like ron jeremy. So I'm thrustin to only hear a man's moan. And I look down to see the pussy grow hair like a fuckin chea pet (or however you spell it) and look up to see my dads face give a wink like a piece of jailbait.

Suffice to say I woke up to tears. And normally I'll take dreams no matter how their package it. As I see or more closely I used see it as dreams being a highly personal hallucination (legal drug trip anyone) that can shed light on your true self. But this was some freudian shit I didn't want to think about. Anyway, I've been a somewhat of an insomniac ever since.

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The guy in the blue hat looks like the dude from True Scandinavian Black Metal