So I went to this metal show,on Saturday.. got pretty trashed, had my skirt lifted at least 3 times, and was told by at least 5 dudes that "I've got it goin' on" (WTF does that mean??) I think they wanted to stick it in. Ewww..drunk frat boys. But all in all it was a kick ass night.
I went home. and fell asleep drunk....(BAD idea) and proceeded to have the most disturbing nightmare I can ever remember having.
I dreamt that I was being chased around by a dude with a poo fetish who was wearing a spandex superhero costume. (cape and all) He was trying to seduce me by pooing all over this chicks bed in sexy poses. Then all over the floor, then all over his hands, then peeing on everything. This guy had an endless amout of poo!!! I was TERRIFIED. I remember running like it was my life at stake from this guy. I ran to my car screaming and when I got to it I saw that there was POO under my door handle and a chunk of poo on my windsheild. I used my foot to open the door and got in. I locked the door and Mr. Poo ran up and rubbed his poo butt all over my window and proceeded to lick it off. I couldn't get my car started, and was still screaming bloody-murder.
Then I woke up.
I couldn't go back to sleep. I was convinced Poo man was real.
I finally fell back asleep, and dreamlessly,for the remainder of the night, THANK GOD...
But It ruined my entire Sunday.
DAMN YOU POO-FETISH-SUPERHERO-MAN!!!
I went home. and fell asleep drunk....(BAD idea) and proceeded to have the most disturbing nightmare I can ever remember having.
I dreamt that I was being chased around by a dude with a poo fetish who was wearing a spandex superhero costume. (cape and all) He was trying to seduce me by pooing all over this chicks bed in sexy poses. Then all over the floor, then all over his hands, then peeing on everything. This guy had an endless amout of poo!!! I was TERRIFIED. I remember running like it was my life at stake from this guy. I ran to my car screaming and when I got to it I saw that there was POO under my door handle and a chunk of poo on my windsheild. I used my foot to open the door and got in. I locked the door and Mr. Poo ran up and rubbed his poo butt all over my window and proceeded to lick it off. I couldn't get my car started, and was still screaming bloody-murder.
Then I woke up.
I couldn't go back to sleep. I was convinced Poo man was real.
I finally fell back asleep, and dreamlessly,for the remainder of the night, THANK GOD...
But It ruined my entire Sunday.
DAMN YOU POO-FETISH-SUPERHERO-MAN!!!
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"Write 20 random facts about yourself then tag the same amount of people as minutes it takes you to write the facts. If you're tagged it's your turn."
Right new rule. If you get tagged twice you need to write 40 random facts. So there you go. 40. I know you have it in you, baby. let's go!
How can you dream about turns without puking? I need to know.