REMEMBER, THIS IS A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM.

WARNING:

Before drinking a Hurricane, please read.

Thank you and have a nice day.

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{First of all, I fully blame the Hurricane and the Abita beers that I drank last night for what you are about to read}.

REMEMBER, THIS IS A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM.

First it's about my Daddy. He is a ghost in my house.

Secondly, Mom is in it too and she apparently has the filthiest mouth in the South.

Last but not least, we had a pool that ran through our home and I liked to swim topless.

TOPLESS in front of my parents, ok? Oh and I had a son and he wore glasses.

REMEMBER, THIS IS A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM.

Then it all switches and I am at my work desk and in comes a video of my IRL girlfriend.

It's a happy video of her on vacation, until the tape cuts to her and her husband having sexual intercourse.

REMEMBER, THIS IS A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM.

Yes, sex. Like her bottom was in the air and across the whole computer screen.

Sound will not go off.

I am trying to muffle it so my co-workers don't hear it.

Not working.

I take the screen and shove it in my coat and try to stick it in the file cabinet.

The sound is still loud and clear.

OH MY GOD.

BACK TO REAL LIFE:

I wake up, quite embarrassed and sick to my stomach.

I think -- what in the world is wrong with me?

I remember the Hurricane and knew right then and there, it was to blame.

So, there you go.  Moral of the post is -- do not drink Hurricanes and fall asleep.

And in the AM, take an extra long shower to get yucky grimey feeling off of skin.

Hope you enjoyed this tale of topless with the parentals and sex with friends.

AND to the friend this dream was about, you will NEVER find out who you are.

OK?

And MCW, I think I may need to head to Mass with you tonight.

I feel so dirty today.

;)

{photo taken after my wedding}