A Dream Thread

[AndWhat?]

Had a weird one last night.

Involved the world declaring war on all the patron saints and actually killing the patron saint of farts.

Then being attacked by 2 headed swans and using a tennis racket to fight them.

****ing shat me up that did.

[MooseBreath]

I know what you mean. The one I go too has a cracking pair of tits, and when your sat there looking in the mirror there right at eye level, you have to look!

If she didn't like people looking, she'd hide them away. Make hay while the sun shines I say. Just resist actually knocking one out. That could get you in trouble (especially with scissors around).

[Jimothy]

If she didn't like people looking, she'd hide them away. Make hay while the sun shines I say. Just resist actually knocking one out. That could get you in trouble (especially with scissors around).

Fair point. I'll resist next time, lucky she didn't notice yesterday what with that sheet they drape over you.

[21st Century Fox]

I fell asleep on the train this morning and tried to post this as soon as I woke up but couldn't get 3G....

 

I dreamt that it was my Birthday and some friends had thrown a party for me in an old basement theatre type place (like a comedy club). Late into the party the lights went down, everyone hushed and I was anticipating there'd be a stripper or a cover band or something like that, but the lights went up and on the small stage was a figure wearing a black beret, black sunglasses, black turtleneck and black trousers... it was Ken. He then launched into a 1950's Beatnik style rendition of Burger Love accompanied by finger clicking and bongos (I don't know who was playing them) after he finished that one poem, he just dropped the mic on the stage, picked up his cheque and walked out. I just turned to my friends and said "That was the best Birthday ever".

 

Bit weird.