Kicking to the curb

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Dream: So I'm having really great sex with what seems to be a cross between my ex and a young, non-douchey Dirk Benedict. All of a sudden, he looks at my face (has to turn me around a little), and says, pointing to a poster of THE SPICE GIRLS* on a wall next to the bed, "No nonononono no, you can't make that face! They don't approve, and neither do I - it looks like you're faking it." I disengage, and storm out of the room, shouting "I'll make whatever kind of face I feel like." Later, he has to pack all his bags by himself and carry them all to the waiting taxi.

In other news, HAVE SOME AWESOME:

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Via BoingBoing.

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*Spice Girls!