Last night I dreamed of being stuck in a secluded small town that was alive with the fiery gossip that entertains such isolated and mundane residential ways of life. It was all fine till the invasion came. Saucer craft stalked the residents from slow sweeping assaults toying with the small town minds. After a fashion the aliens integrated with the townsfolk, walking among them as the superiors they had proved to be, but their downfall just around the bend. Seems that common run of the mill ice cream had a titillating effect on the aliens. They stumbled around in hordes drunk on the sweet wings of chunky monkey and the ever intoxicating tiger tiger. Whilst they were in their current state us humans would run up and with hearty swings of our booze bottles we could pop the hunches on their backs eliminating the intergalactic tyrants. Then the French Canadian hookers showed up with their silky skin yet ice cold to the touch. Upon awakening I only wanted someone to hold me and tell it that it would be alright.DRx Pfeil
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Those whos kicks are high and true. Or any Tom, Dick or Jane with the grapes to face skeletons.
