I've never thought much about Sean Connery, but last night I dreamed I was making out with him. Just kissing -- tongue, yes -- but nothing more than that. It was hot. It went on and on. And what did I do after? I went to Disneyland. Seriously. (In my dream.)Astroworld was the theme park closest to where I grew up (alas, gone now). Just past the ticket booths and before you get to Main Street, USA, are the bathrooms. In my dream, there were lots of hot (mostly black) men in the restroom I went to after making out with Sean Connery. The urinals were so close together that we were squeezed in bicep-to-bicep to get our streams aimed in the right directions. I ended up in the furthest urinal, next to the two toilet stalls, which instead of solid doors had heavy cyclone fence doors that made it possible to see into their tan tiled interiors.
I noticed the stalls because some hot tattooed mulatto guy was standing naked at the one closest to me, fanning the door open to get a little fresh air moving around the room before he went back to servicing his hot black prison-like stud who was sitting on the toilet, also naked. I felt like I was stuck on the set of a porn film in the making.
I've had worse dreams.
3 comments:
wow that never happened to me all the times i went to Astroworld. if only i'd known!
I got this image of a little old lady who is given one day to live, and they ask her how she wants to spend her one day, and she says, "I want to make out with Sean Connery and then I want to go to Disneyland." "OK, but stay out of the men's bathroom."
What do you think, she's some kind of a prude?
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