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i had a dream i was making out with a lovely litchap.
he went to the loo and when he came back my evil sproglodites had climbed into my bed and there was no room for him.
jerk off more.
or less.
or, you know, have sex with another person. that should fix it.
dreams can be bloody nags at times . . . clearly this fight is bothering you and you need to sort it out before your head implodes during a napThank god! Ditto all of that.
Unfortunately, as far as I can recall last night was a dreamless one.
Lately it's been crazy crap coming up from a fight I had with my mom, so it's manifesting in all sorts of nutty dreams where she is forcing stupid choices on me with extreme consequences.
I hate being at odds with family.
*hides knitting needle*all i remember is it had something to do with my eye.
well there you have it . . . get rid of your bed and the indoor facilities and bingo - no problemoi had a dream i was making out with a lovely litchap.
he went to the loo and when he came back my evil sproglodites had climbed into my bed and there was no room for him.
Your dreams mirror my reality.
*cries*
there's a very clear message being sent you here via the medium of dream:There was a bible salesman at my door he wanted to come in. I let him. While he was reading choice passages, he kept rubbing up against the outside of my thigh. I could feel the heat of his hand through my flimsy skirt. He reached over to kiss me. And then there were clowns, lots of clowns. One honked his nose at me and I woke up.
it's living in virtual isolation with not enough bread for your fok *nods*Mine have been uncharacteristically pornographic recently. No idea why.
i think this may be perverseI can't remember what I dreamt, but upon waking I had the song "Cotton Eyed Joe" stuck in my head.
There may or may not be a connection.
kids as contraception.Your dreams mirror my reality.
*cries*
or keep the kidlets caged.well there you have it . . . get rid of your bed and the indoor facilities and bingo - no problemo
get out morei was berating my ex and her family for turning my son into a whiney spoiled brat.
please refrain from using 'fucking' and 'sprogs' in such proximity in future, dream-invadererI dreamed that I got up to piss and came back and this chick's fucking sprogs were all over the bed.
kids as contraception.
or keep the kidlets caged.
dreams can be bloody nags at times . . . clearly this fight is bothering you and you need to sort it out before your head implodes during a nap
There was a bible salesman at my door he wanted to come in. I let him. While he was reading choice passages, he kept rubbing up against the outside of my thigh. I could feel the heat of his hand through my flimsy skirt. He reached over to kiss me. And then there were clowns, lots of clowns. One honked his nose at me and I woke up.
caged? make sure you have a rolled newspaper handy!