Just had a short dream there...and thank God, Henry the eighth, and Che Guevaras mam that it was short.. But I had no arms and no legs and I worked in Morrisons and just shuffled about on the floor with some kitchen roll in between my bum cheeks wiping up spilt Thomas the tank engine yoghurts and I even had to stick stickers on out of date toblerones ( no one eats toblerones cos theyre shit, and even in my dream I did know this) with my teeth, and people kept bumping into me with their trolleys and stray lettuces would fall on me now and again 😁😑 I dont quite know if this is anxiety pills talking, or my own weird warped mind but I woke up drenched in my own perspiration, not as much perspiration as Lee Evans, but perspiration all the same.. and nipped myself twice to then see the reality of my life which is Roman trying to climb out of his naughty boy jail (cot) like he is on shawshank redemption lmaooo🔪 🙈🔫 help me Jesoooos
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 03:28:05 +0000
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