** WARNING: IF YOU ARE MY BROTHER, OR JUST GENERALLY DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT ME IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS, PLEASE GO NO FURTHER. PERHAPS THIS WOULD BE MORE TO YOUR LIKING?**

So, last night, I had a dream. A FUCKED UP dream. Naturally, I like to bring you all down the brain fuck spiral with me, so let me share:

I was hanging out at a friend’s house where I met John Rich (and let it be noted that I abhor John Rich. I have not seen him on TV or the internet and have no idea how the fuck he got into my head). John and I took a fancy to each other and began to make-out. We took our show to the bedroom, where many people were watching and taking pictures. As we moved on to the heavy petting portion of our make-out session, I put my hand down his pants to give him a little hand action. Instead of the . . .male equipment I was expecting, I found female equipment. Not one easily deterred, I went ahead and applied my college years skills on what he did have. It was now time for him to fuck me, so he pulled his dildo out of. . . somewhere and proceed to bring it on home. Mind you, we still had an audience, although no more pictures were being taken. Then I woke up.

Now that I have passed my trauma on to you, I feel much better.

Sweet Dreams!