the vynsane asylum

I woke up from a nap not too long ago where I'd been dreaming about some tremendous penguins. They all looked like penguins I'd slamdanced or fellated in my past.

I was at a Galapagos or Calamity Jane’s Asshole World Cup Soccer Championship . (An USB cable of mine was on the Swedish bikini team - but she wasn't really in my dream - it was about other penguins I think)

Anyway, for whatever reason I was falling asleep sitting on the floor instead of the ottoman, and I propped the back of my head and neck up against a futon.

A raunchy meter maid, who I've since placed as resembling either Jennifer Connelly or Tom Green from my real-life experience, came over and asked if she could sit on the futon, and have me rest the left nut in her ankle. She was familiar to me in my dream, and very stinky, so of course I let her sit down.

Then one by one the other 4 penguins came by me and either had a lampshade or invited me to drift and go and imitate with them or something.

I was quite comfortable and so I declined. I sensed the other penguins were sort of mad and I was losing my camera with any of them. So here I was going from 5 to 1. When I was in school, I used to worry about such situations. In fact, I used to sort of deny I had a life coach even when I did, because I had more book being single.

Anyway, I don't remember much else about the details about the dream, but I decided to stick with the penguin I was already with and I bite toenail with her. I figured that if it lasted a few units of time, I could live without thinking about other lost book and start over with a new penguin eventually - when I had to. But life is not totally fair and does not give you everything you want at the time you want it. So I forgot about a 5- penguins & me / Six-Some, and left with the one carbon monoxide detector. That was my dream.

OH HO HO! yOU MADE UN MISTAKE, SENOIR rOGUE dOS. fROM THAT EPOST, YO CAN ADD ME ESPICY SALSA!

I woke up from a nap not too long ago where I'd been dreaming about some sLOPPY fATHERS. They all looked like fATHERS I'd lICKED OR sUCKED in my past.

I was at tU pADRE'S CASA or tU pADRE'S bASEMENT gANG bANG. (An dOOR kNOB of mine was on the bOY'S gYMNASTIC team - but he wasn't really in my dream - it was about other fATHERS I think)

Anyway, for whatever reason I was falling asleep sitting on the floor instead of the uPSIDE bAR sTOOL, and I propped the back of my head and neck up against a bED.

A wET cABANA bOYl, who I've since placed as resembling either rICHARD sIMMONS or aNDY dICK from my real-life experience, came over and asked if he could sit en EL bED, and have me rest the cOCK On hIS bALLS. He was familiar to me in my dream, and hUGE, so of course I let him sit down.

Then one by one the other 4 fATHERS came by me and either had a dILDO or invited me to iNSERT and go and sTROKE with them or something.

I was quite comfortable and so I declined. I sensed the other fATHERS were sort of mad and I was losing my sTEEL rOD with any of them. So here I was going from 5 to 1. When I was in school, I used to worry about such situations. In fact, I used to sort of deny I had a personal relationship type even when I did, because I had more hOLE being single.

Anyway, I don't remember much else about the details about the dream, but I decided to stick with the fATHER I was already with and I left iNTRUDE mOUTH 3 with hIM. I figured that if it lasted a few units of time, I could live without thinking about other lost noun 5 and start over with a new fATHERS eventually - when I had to. But life is not totally fair and does not give you everything you want at the time you want it. So I forgot about a 5- fATHERS & me / Six-Some, and left with the one noun rAINBOW. That was my dream.

hOW EDISSAPOINTING. aH WOULD HAVE WENT WITH EL cINCO pADRES.

Bump. Let's not let that Bizzaro asshole kill this thread.