Uuuuuugh. Last night, I had the most disturbing dream of my life. I danced a scottish reel with George W. Bush, tied him up, beat the shit out of him and then fucked him. Hot hot grudgefuckery with the POTUS.
The funny thing about it was that it was a dream within a dream - I dreamt that I was in bed having the dream. I guess that was my poor subconscious's attempt to soften the blow. It wasn't enough. There isn't enough peppermint soap in the world to wash off this psychic stain.
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