Big Texan You are an ass....
Get out of my dreams. It doesn't help that I've spent the last week partying like a rockstar (think Page, not Buffet). Regardless, having your god ugly mug in my dreams is nothing I had ever wanted. This is sick and twisted. I had a dream about a person I've never met on online message board, and it was a DUDE. I wish you had never posted those pics. The dream went like this...
All of a sudden your devilish self knocked on my door, having known my real name, and address, from which I could only assume Jason gave you from an AllSports Nutrition order. This perplexed me. What was more perplexing was you asking to use my newly renovated upstairs bedroom which had become a satellite branch of 24 Hour Fitness. **** this, I say. Some fat black dude was chilling on my couch for god knows what reason. Later on Big Tex said goodbye to me, winked, and rode off on a horse. I'll leave all references to Mass "Catherine the Great" Junkie out of this tale, as I am disturbed enough as it is.
I need to be shot.