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I actually had a dream about girlyunderwear. Not actually about her, but she was there. The house where I lived had a pier leading up to its front door, and about ten feet from the door was a rail that enclosed a square area. Across the area against the opposite rail were the mailboxes for the community. I saw her walking up to check her mail and thought, "Hey, is that girlyunderwear? I didn't think she lived in Florida..."
She lived with Jimmy Kimmel and I had his number for some reason. I called his house and was asking for her and he was like, "Don't you want to talk to me?" and I'm like, "No... Put her on retard!" But he just told me dumb jokes.
For some reason there were always teenagers and twenty somethings congregating on the pier in front of my house. I spent a lot of time girl watching, leaning against the railing with one arm dangling over the other side. At one point, these two girls hopped the railing and apparently there was a bench on the other side because they sat down. On of the girls was fat and topless and when she sat down she sat right up against my arm and turned her body so that my arm was wrapped around her stomach just below her breasts. Then she yelled, "Why are you touching me!" I yelled back, "You are the one touching me, you crazy bitch!" She moved away.
I don't remember anything else.
She lived with Jimmy Kimmel and I had his number for some reason. I called his house and was asking for her and he was like, "Don't you want to talk to me?" and I'm like, "No... Put her on retard!" But he just told me dumb jokes.
For some reason there were always teenagers and twenty somethings congregating on the pier in front of my house. I spent a lot of time girl watching, leaning against the railing with one arm dangling over the other side. At one point, these two girls hopped the railing and apparently there was a bench on the other side because they sat down. On of the girls was fat and topless and when she sat down she sat right up against my arm and turned her body so that my arm was wrapped around her stomach just below her breasts. Then she yelled, "Why are you touching me!" I yelled back, "You are the one touching me, you crazy bitch!" She moved away.
I don't remember anything else.