I have been having bowling sex dreams lately.
Last night I dreamed I was in a New Jersey entertainment complex that consisted of bowling, a bar, dancing, a gym, a sauna, a shower room, supper club, curling and lots of other shit.
The guys in the shower would actually be scrubbing their hogs with a huge ice scraper.
I was there with MamaM. She grabbed the biggest ball and put it right between her legs.
I almost fainted.
I wanted to bowl the but the six lanes, SIX LANES, were full. So small town. I love large bowling lanes, 32 plus please!
Balls!
6 comments:
Chip S. said...
I wouldn't mind rolling a coupla gutter balls down that dame's lane.
Who knew Chip's taste in women!
Hey now!
Last night was a totally different fucked up dream.
I was flying to Princeton monthly in a three seater. The pilot in front and myself and "partner" in the back.
I went to the meeting and Ricpic was leading it and well respected and everyone loved him. Troop was there too and we were comparing all the women's tits in the room.
My "partner" and I were flying back. And he was actually a woman yes still a brownie-she had a little bindi. She ended up showing her tits to the pilot and he crashed the plane. We both dispersed in million of pieces but I for some reason lived and ended up on a trailer park, landling safely from the sky. I became famous because I survived the crash. Geraldo and Fox and Friends and all the networks wanted to interview me but as you know I am an introvert and would never be on anything so I never responded to their media requests.
I also immediately went to bank and took out all my partner's money before his dad got to the US and I disappeared forever.
End of Dream.
My "partner" just called and he is at a Sales Conference in Atlantic City and staying at "Revel" which he said is very "posh"-so British.
I told him Harvard lost bad tonight and he asked if it was football or basketball....
On Wednesday, MamaM was reduced to using her Speedy Rewards Card to scrape frost off the windows of a rental car with no ice scraper. The card worked great.
With 34 years of commited love and faithfulness to MrM under my belt, I have no need or desire to go looking for a bigger ball in any alley, gutter, bar, gym, sauna, supper club or shower room. I'll leave that shit to Titus and his apparently-not-significant-enough-to-be-faithful other. Fab, along with the value of speedy reward are both matters of perspective.
MrM's a lucky guy.
MrM laughed the laugh I love to hear when I read him this sequence (minus the Titus dream/meat insertion) following a look at the photos that started the whole ball rolling.
Tonight was chicken pot pie accompanied by an adapted version of the Panera Spinach Salad (with garlic roasted mushrooms) followed by the first 3 episodes of Justified. All of which was so good the evening was declared to be 3rd runner up to the Valentine Alternative for Men suggested in another thread by ChipS linkage.
The Justified recommendation is much appreciated along with the ongoing humor, affirmation and reflections found in the House of Mirrors at the TY Big Top.
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