| | Hello to the few of you who read this. I have a special treat for you all. Friday night I had weird dream and I am looking for some insight(Freudian, Jungian, whateverian, etc.). So the dream begins in a building, it feels like a combination of a hospital and hotel (I usually do not have recurring dreams but rather recurring locations, so different stuff happens in the same place). I am walking around this place looking for men's bathrooms, because it is my mission (it feels like I have a mission anyway) to destroy the urinals in the bathrooms. To do this I have some James Bondesque supergadget... the exploding peppermint wheel candy. It looks just like a regular piece of candy with red and white stripes but it is has a timer and explodes. Now I am going into the bathrooms and throwing these candies into the urinals anticipating the explosions of peppermint porcelain piss.
So i have managed to throw the candies into all of the urinals at this point and I am really pleased with myself until I hear someone say (not sure who or even where the voice came from) "did you hear some guy got hurt by an exploding urinal." All of a sudden I am feeling really guilty so I start to run for the nearest bathroom. As I am running I look down and I notice that I am wearing a nice striped blue button-up shirt, but no pants only blue plaid boxers. I make into the bathroom and rush over to the urinal and see the candies, but they have been peed on. Despite this I reach in and grab the candies from each urinal, and for some reason there is a ton of them. So many in fact that I have to make a basket out of both of my hands and clutch them to my chest just to hold them all. I look down at my hands and see this basket full of sticky, smelly, peppermint bombs.
I leave the bathroom and start running for the next one. As I round the corner I see the tall modelesque woman who starts laughing at me. It is only after I hear the laughter that I realize the easy-access-fly in the front of my boxers has come open so that my peener (in honor of LaRue) is peeping out. At this time I wake up and begin to wonder what the hell that was all about.
Now my question to all of you (all four of you who will read this) what does it mean. Am I destined for a career in urinal terrorism with a small dose of exhibitionism (speaking in reference to the duration of exposure not the length of said member exposed)? I will leave it up to you, my friends. Also please do not pull any punches; if I can take a punch from a little 16 year old girl then I can take one from anyone.
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| | Posted 10/30/2007 10:57 PM - 115 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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