I was going to write about work in less than glowing terms. Mostly it involved the particular industry rather than my employer. Instead I decided against it because it's not going to accomplish anything and its waste of bandwidth would be far more egregious than me posting dreams.
On the bright side I don't have a dream to post with this entry.
oops.
As a professional unreliable narrator I can not be trusted to give a specific date.
Just wish the photos were of better quality for you, gentle reader.
Well the old general manager was there and I punched her in the face. Shit was so cash. Stepping over her slumped body I went into one of the suites to find it full of nerd girls of various shapes and sizes making out with each other which elicited the single thought of "JACKPOT" swiftly followed by a cautious and paranoid "It's a trap". Now when I say various shapes and sizes let me emphasize size because one of the couches had these two landwhales smooshed together and it didn't look like they could walk under their own power. The others were just various shades of not filfilling society's standard of beauty. A nose too big here, glasses there, gigantic hips and everything else being average.
Since I'm still lame in my dreams I turned around and walked out. When I looked back like Orpheus and Lot's wife I saw that I had an all-girl conga line. One chick with glasses, black hair in long pigtails and moving on red/green rollerskates was immediately behind me. She was seriously shivering my timbers and knew it so she jumped on my back for a piggyback ride.
There weren't any sexings but if I didn't wake up at five minutes to eight on Saturday morning I'm pretty darned certain there would've been some epic sexings.
