Fever dreams
Some kind of sinus thing is kicking my ass, so I’m having the damnedest dreams. I dreampt that I had my old Lincoln back, and I was using it to haul an Airstream cross country, and the airstream contained four or five members of my extended family, at least two of whom were dead. One was my long since gone lesbian cousin who kept teasing me about the size of my dick, while I kept retorting that she and her girlfriend were jealous not to have one among them.
On the trip we picked up a pair of my old girlfriends who made the trailer rock like a teeter-totter. As I slid down from the overhead berth where I was playing hide the salami with them, my cousin and her girlfriend, it turns out, were watching the whole deal. “Nice dismount” they said as the applauded and tears streamed from their eyes. “We had no idea it could BE like that.”
I don’t know what the hell they were thinking or talking about, but I woke up before I had a chance to ask. And then I went back to sleep briefly and dreampt I was a scotsman.
Thank you for adding that to the internet. Some day when the Borg assimilates us and all our knowledge, that one is going to slow them down long enough for humanity to survive.
You need to leave the mushrooms off your pizzas…
A dream like that would frighten me out of a year’s growth. Plus make me lose my hair.
Oh, wait.
I bet haggis farts are particularly pungent. Not to say lethal.
Maybe if John Roberts had dreams like this, your subsequent post would have a different title and you libs wouldn’t be quoting Lew Rockwell this morning.
Man, you need to bind some of these up. That would be a good story line start.