Damn you, DQ Rick!

Posted on Wednesday, December 10, 2008 by Melanie

You just HAD to go on about chasing Patrick around with a strap-on, didn't you? Now it's infiltrated my subconscious, to the point where I just woke up from a weirdly vivid dream that involved a dude ranch, Rhys Ifans biting my big toe, and me sexually satisfying the partner of a podcaster (and no, I'm not going to say which one) with a strap-on.

I did NOT need to dream that! And it's all YOUR fault! Oh, dear sweet mother of Cthulhu, why why WHY did I dream that...

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4 Comments

  1. Pat Gaik |

    I'll thank you not to abuse our beloved listeners in that tone...you clearly have nothing but your own gutter-dwelling subconscious to blame!

     
  2. Melanie |

    Bite me, Patrick. I freely admit that my subconscious is quite at home in the gutter, but the thought of assaulting this particular individual with a strap-on is not something that came from its Stygian depths.

     
  3. Pat Gaik |

    Purh-leeze! From the mind that brought me amateur porn featuring me, my English teacher, her husband AND the family dog?! Nothing would surprise me anymore!

     
  4. Reverend H.L. Spork |

    You realize your listeners will be more than curious as to the identity of the peg-boy of your dreams.

    I also see the potential of a podcast contest: name the dream bottom as well as the color and make of the strap-on and win a lovely prize. Maybe having my memory wiped clean. I should know better than to read about sodomy dreams before going to bed.

     

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