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...
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!
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.
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!
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.