I swear I'm not on drugs
Okay, so evidently, my brain needs the vacation I've got coming up this week.
Last night, I had this dream that a bunch of football players came to some furry convention for... some reason. I'm not sure. It was a semi-official visit.
I remember Santonio Holmes coming up to me and confiding in me that he thought us animal-people folks were kinda cute, and it was in a decidedly non-innocent fashion.
Then some other player (who I may have just made up) asked me for help in setting up a booty call with some semi-famous fursuiter (again, I'm pretty sure it was someone I just made up for the dream). Then he gave me Santonio Holmes' phone number and assured me that he was just being shy and that I should call him.
...
Words fail.
Last night, I had this dream that a bunch of football players came to some furry convention for... some reason. I'm not sure. It was a semi-official visit.
I remember Santonio Holmes coming up to me and confiding in me that he thought us animal-people folks were kinda cute, and it was in a decidedly non-innocent fashion.
Then some other player (who I may have just made up) asked me for help in setting up a booty call with some semi-famous fursuiter (again, I'm pretty sure it was someone I just made up for the dream). Then he gave me Santonio Holmes' phone number and assured me that he was just being shy and that I should call him.
...
Words fail.