I had a freakishly weird dream last night. It started out in an art museum, I was there with a group of friends and we were looking over some new exhibits. One was a blood sample exhibit and they wanted to prick peoples fingers and drip blood onto slides to look at under a microscope. There was a big, long, laboratory style table and all my friends and I sat down to do this... When the woman in the labcoat pricked my finger I didn't bleed, so she dug the needle into the middle of my palm which started bleeding profusely and was making a mess on her slides. She got mad and sent me away.
I was wandering around, nursing my bleeding hand when I ran into Ron Jeremy (a la porn). He started talking to me like we were old pals and asked if I wanted to see this movie he did recently. I said sure and he said we'd have to go back to my house because it was on the internet. He drove me home and we pulled up a couple chairs in front of my computer and started downloading his movie. He started hitting on me telling me that most ladies in the business consider him the best fuck they've ever had. I'm like... eh, no, I don't really care for that. We decided to take cam pics and set it on auto timer and smiled all cutely and made fake gang signs and took a ton of pics. Then Ron went home and I went to sleep in my dream.
Hmmm. Oh we also made Bacardi hurricanes while he was here.
Good times?
I was wandering around, nursing my bleeding hand when I ran into Ron Jeremy (a la porn). He started talking to me like we were old pals and asked if I wanted to see this movie he did recently. I said sure and he said we'd have to go back to my house because it was on the internet. He drove me home and we pulled up a couple chairs in front of my computer and started downloading his movie. He started hitting on me telling me that most ladies in the business consider him the best fuck they've ever had. I'm like... eh, no, I don't really care for that. We decided to take cam pics and set it on auto timer and smiled all cutely and made fake gang signs and took a ton of pics. Then Ron went home and I went to sleep in my dream.
Hmmm. Oh we also made Bacardi hurricanes while he was here.
Good times?
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My brain hurts.