It's TMI Thursday, bitches!! Hosted by the lovely LiLu, as always.
DB and I were talking about sex dreams yesterday. He has them a lot apparently and I have them occasionally. We discussed who we dream about, how often, and whether or not this reflects a true desire for the dreamt person. What do you think, by the way? I'm curious.
Anyways. Here's a peek into our convo:
DB: I don't think the dreams mean anything at all. I mean, I do some pretty fucked-up things when I'm dreaming.
Tay: Ooh, like what?
DB: What? I'm not gonna tell you. It's horrible.
Tay: Now you've got me interested! You have to tell me.
DB: Nope. Too disgusting for the girlfriend's ears.
Tay: Puh-puh... pweeease *insert Taylor's adorable pleading face here*
DB: I've fucked my mom.
Tay: *pause* Ahahahahahaha!!!
DB: Multiple times.
Tay: Ahahahahahahaha!!
(this goes on for about a minute)
DB: I've fucked my dad.
Tay: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
(this goes on for the rest of the car ride)
So. Should I be worried?
So. Should I be worried?
