Psychology 101: Dream Analysis – Session 1
February 21, 2009
Welcome to our newest course, here at SHU, Sasquatches: Psychology 101. This semester, we’ll be focusing on dreams and the subconscious… not so much what your dreams say about YOU, but rather what they say about J-Squared. Yuh huh. Y’all may not know this, but MT and I both have a Master’s degree in the subject of Everythingness. That’s right, we are the Doctors of Know-It-All-ogy. Tru Fax. SO! If you or someone you know have/has a dream that you’d like analyzed, send it to us, and we’ll break it down for ya, and esplain to youse what your dream says about Jensen and Jared. And no, they don’t even have to be IN the dream for it to be about them. EVERYTHING YOU DREAM HAS TO DO WITH JENSEN AND JARED, WHETHER YOU’RE WILLING TO ADMIT IT TO YOURSELF OR NOT. *poking you with a stick*
Since this is a new course and we duznot have volunteers yet, we’re gonna show you how this works by using Professor M-Tizzle as our guinea pig for today.
Let the PSYCHO-analysis, begin!
Dr. AJ: Okay, hooker. Lay down on the couch, and spill it…Nooo, your feet go at the other end, hor. Be serious! *srs face*
Dr. MT: *bitchfacing* ‘Scuse the fuck outta me. I didn’t realize having my feet at the wrong end would screw your whole analysis. *eyeroll*
Dr. AJ: *snort* It’s not that. I just don’t hear good, cuz I’m old. So your head has to be up here, where I can hear you or I’ma just make shit up based on what I think I heard you say.
Dr. MT: You’re a dick. Srsly, I thought this was about me. *shaking head* Anyway…my dream?
Dr. AJ: You’re an ass, and yes…please begin.
Dr. MT: Okay. *ahem* I dreamt that Jensen and Jared were making a film together, and it was a rip off of Freddie vs Jason, so it was Clay vs Tom.
Dr. AJ: Who wrote this film? Was it Todd Farmer?? I love Todd Farmer.
Dr. MT: Who cares who wrote it? Shut up. Anyway, they were both on set, and they were “out” and TTLY flamboyant. And when they walked off set, they both became these little camp prissy bitches. And when they walked back on set they were like “Yeah, uh-huh, we’re MEN. Butch manly men, who do men-things. ” That’s an ACTUAL Dream!Jensen quote.
Dr. AJ: Ha! Dream!Jensen quote?? How much you wanna bet that’s a RL!Jensen quote? AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA *clap* They’re men in tights, bb. They steal from the rich, and give to the poor, THAT’S RIGHT! I mean, think about it. Did Jensen not give away his ghetto fab ride for a pretty penny to a fan? Yes. Yes, he did. And did Jared not put on a purple rubber bracelet and allow fangirls to make a donation to an animal rescue charity or y’know, a photobook publication in his name? Yes. Yes, he did. They take their charity work very seriously, those two…cuz they’re butch. And that’s what butch people do.
Dr. MT: Well…yeah. So anyway, they were filming all these macho scenes, and it was uber slashy. It was basically like SPN but with Clay & Tom insteada Sam & Dean.
Dr. AJ: I’m gonna need you to elaborate. Please give me an example of one of these uber slashy scenes you speak of? And please to be making use of shenanigans with a miner’s mask and a hockey mask.
Dr. MT: No.
Dr. AJ: Bitch.
Dr. MT: Jerk. So… filming finished, and they were like, “Shall we go back to our trailer?” And so they went to their trailer, but it really WAS a joint trailer… that they’d REQUESTED. And it was like, about 5 trailers in one. It was THAT big, and it said ~Jensen & Jared~ on the door.
Dr. AJ: DOMESTIC. I approve. By the way, I love how posh they are in this dream…”Shall we go back to our trailer?”…LOLOLOLOLOL, camp. Tell me, were there tea and scrumpets? And wtf is a scrumpet, anyhow?
Dr. MT: STFU. Your mom’s a scrumpet. SO! They went inside, and Jensen jumped Jared, and they were making out and stuff. And then they started fooling around, but they were being sooooooooo loud. Like they were giggling, and then it turned to moaning and cussing. And the set they were on was just like one room set up in the middle of this parking lot. Just like 4 plasterboard walls and that was it. And this huge trailer next to it.
Dr. AJ: Seriously…POSH. Posh DIVAS, at that. I mean. They have a quintuple-wide trailer, and the rest of the cast & crew is working out of a cardboard box. That’s pretty amazing star treatment.
Dr. MT: INNORITE?? So everybody on set stopped and looked cuz they were all outside and could blatantly hear the Js. And while they were getting their swerve on, Danielle Panabaker showed up (WHATTHEFUCKERY??) and she was standing on a box looking through the trailer window.
Dr. AJ: Nosy bitch.
Dr. MT: But then she started giving like a running commentary on what the Js were doing, and all the crew just stood and watched, listening to her.
Dr. AJ: Correction: Nosy bitches.
Dr. MT: So this was going down and the Js were getting into it, and Danielle was watching at the window. And then I guess Jared saw her spying, cuz he burst outta the trailer door, hand on his hip and shouted “JENSEN ACKLES IS MY SEXUAL DEVIANT. GET YOUR OWN!!” Then he flounced back into the trailer to continue laying the smack down on Jensen.
Dr. AJ: Y’know…he really should’ve just texted that to her, instead of going outside and being all flamboyant about it. Cuz A) she’s about to get her feelings hurt, and B) going outside actually requires getting OFF of Jensen. And, well…both of these actions are counterproductive to achieving his ultimate goal of orgasmic bliss.
Dr. MT: Ahahahahaha. Word. So then Danielle started crying…
Dr. AJ: SEE??
Dr. MT: …and then the crew just packed the whole set away, like, ALL OF IT, and just left this empty car park with a huge ass trailer in it, with the Js getting their freak on inside. It was ridiculous.
Dr. AJ: *sigh* They really do live in their own little protective bubble, don’t they? Serious dream is serious, yo. CLEARLY their sexy love is so epicly distracting that it RUINS any chance of the people around them having the ability to function properly. Thus they cannot complete the assigned task at hand…in this case, filming a movie. Not that I don’t approve of Jared’s outward possession of Jensen’s ass. But, he should probably tone that down, as it clearly scares people…
Possessive freak.
Now, get off my couch. I need a nap.
~end session~
Aaaaaand, that’s the way you do it. Tell us your dreams, bb’s. And for the incredibly low price of $10, we’ll tell you fun stories about Jensen and Jared that prolly have nothing to do with anything in relation to what your subconscious is trying to tell you about their epic romance.
Jedi, since it’s your birthday, we’ve decided to give you something extra speshul.
We’re such givers. That’ll be $7…plus tax…plus S&H… give us our $10 and lay down on the couch and tell us moar about those kinky Jarrud/floor sex dreams you’ve been having for the past year. LOLOLOL, closet!PadaHo. We love you, J. Happy Farkin Birfday, dood.
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DISCLAIMER: WHILE AJ AND MT GENERALLY TEND TO MAKE SHIT UP FOR THEIR OWN PERSONAL AMUSEMENT, THIS? IS AN ACTUAL DREAM THAT WAS HAD JUST EARLIER THIS WEEK. SO CLEARLY MT’S SUBCONSCIOUS IS JUST AS RETARDED AS SHE IS IRL. NEXT UP: THAT TIME THAT JENSEN CONVINCED AJ THAT YOU CAN RUN A SMALL CAR ON NOTHING BUT CORONA LIGHT…NO, RLY. OUR DREAMS ARE RIDICULOUS…AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.
February 21, 2009 at 9:34 am
I have been waiting for this! A few weeks ago I had this dream:
I
was at what I assume was his 31st bday party (since it’s coming up)and
it was a foam party and there were midgets dancing around holding giant blue
balls. Yeah, I know. But the best part? Jensen looked fabulous! He was
wearing a tight black t-shirt and (what I thought was) a maroon halter
looking vest. Maybe satin? But it was not a vest! It was a freaking
dress! Black t-shirt, and a maroon silky halter dress! The top was a
solid color but the skirt part had a pattern on it. I remember (right
before I woke up) looking him right in the face (only inches from mine)
and drooling. Right before he fell back into the foam!
I posted it in my blog so someone could tell me WTF it means because? Midgets? All I got was a bunch of “that’s crazy” no shit! But what does it MEAN??????
February 21, 2009 at 9:45 am
Patty I agree with you I’ve been waiting for a post like this for awhile. When’s your birthday my 31st is coming up as well this week as a matter of fact. Happy Early B-Day
February 21, 2009 at 9:53 am
Ok On with the dream…..
I believe I was at the L.A. Convention and I was in line to get my pic taken with Jared(which is weird because I’m a Jen girl) so I get up to him and One I can’t remember my name and two I just stare for a minute. He just smiles at me and says “You ok” and I say “no” and then he says “It’s going to be fine, happens all the time”. I then hand him a box and he then asks “what’s in the box” I reply “Open it and you’ll find out”. He does and he then looks at me smiles and hugs me tightly, and calls Jensen over, and Jensen comes up looks inside and Smirks at me. Then I wake up and I still don’t know what the hell was in the box and it’s driving me nuts. Kind of a dumb dream but Oh Well. LOL It made me giggle. And I never got my pic either. LOL
February 21, 2009 at 9:57 am
It was your heart in the box!
My bday is not until May at which time I will be half way to 90. Joy. Wow, you and Jen are almost exactly the same age!
February 21, 2009 at 10:23 am
Yup I’m exactly 3 days older then Mr. Ackles…..Maybe it was my heart in the box.
February 21, 2009 at 11:37 am
Guh, y’all are so lucky. I never have dreams about the boys.
Well, that’s not quite true. They did make a cameo appearance in one dream as gay cowboys. But there was no buttsex, so I was largely dissappointed.
February 21, 2009 at 1:02 pm
*pokes head up cautiously*
So fortuitous you came out with psych-101, this dream has been bugging me for days.
I find myself seated at a convention , ardently watching Jared begin his question time. He is just so wildly animated, arms and legs flailing about when he finds a something to his amusement. Just then I feel my mobile vibrating, I squirm about, diving into my handbag to find it. As I do I see the screen flashing “WORK CALLING” I curse and excuse myself out of the row hurriedly, eyes darting about, I catch sight of an exit sign and I barge out through a swinging door in to a darkened hallway. Flicking the handset open “This is Sov” Someone clears their throat “Oh Sovvy, hey!” I roll my eyes knowing it’s Pink-K, I growl back “I told you not to ring me this weekend unless the shop was burning down, so this had better be a friggin’ brilliant tragedy-” Raising my hand to my forehead I brace for the worst.
I’m met with chuckles. “Nah, no emergency, just wanted to see how it was all going?” Both arms drop in disbelief and I hear myself yelling “SERIOUSLY?!?” But I can’t stay mad at Pink-K. Ever. She’s just too much fun. Shaking my head I raise the phone back to my ear “Well hun it was going a hell of a lot better when i was in there, so if you don’t mind-” but she cuts me off. “So have you seen Jensen?” I sigh, greedy hooker. “Yeah I’ve seen him, he was on just before Jared.” She perks up “And did he look gorgeous?” I quip “Of course he looked gorgeous it is Jen we’re talking about.” At that moment a Security guard rounds the corner in front of me. He immediately starts making hand signals for me to hang up. I can still hear Pink-K rambling and motion back one minute more. “You know I’m a huge fan now?” I chuckle back “Of course I do hun, I was the one sitting next to you at MBV, listening to you moan every time Tom bit his lip.” More laughing.
Security is only five metres away and I’m making the winding up hand signals, he just shakes his head like I should know better. Pink-K breaks my train of thought “Okay last question, what is he wearing?” I retort “Does it matter what he’s wearing, Jensen would look sexy in ugg boots a hessian bag.” There is silence then “What? He is wearing a hessian bag?” I crack up “No, no, no. He’s not wearing a bag. He is in jeans and a 3/4 sleeve v-neck, white tee which is clinging in all the – ” and I go quiet as the Security guard is right in front of me. He raises his eyebrows as if to say “SO?” and then I realise he’s motioning with his eyes for me to look behind. I hear myself whisper as I turn “He’s right behind me isn’t he?” I’m enveloped by deep pools of green eyeing me quizickly. Oh my god! I nearly faint as Jensen reaches across and takes my phone away, pressing it up to his ear. “Pink-K is it? Yeah, Jensen Ackles here. I’m afraid Sov, is no longer available to take calls, you see she’s just about to explain in detail what a hessian bag is and how that might improve my sex appeal.” and he slides the handset shut. I think I’m going to faint as he hands it back, a fabulously wicked grin creeping across his face. Trying to ignore the muffled guffaws coming from the guard behind me, I stutter “I uh- I um-” Like English isn’t my first language or anything. “Introductions then-” Jensen offers “I’m Jen, and you are?” My mouth finally connects to my brain ” Sov, I mean Sovereign, my friends call me Sov.” he reaches out and shakes my hand. I’m dying, I’m dead, I’ve gone to heaven. “Well Sov, you wanna lay that Aussie wardrobe advice on me?” I burst out laughing.
fin.
tell me wise profs. what does it all mean???
February 21, 2009 at 1:22 pm
YOOoouUUU guise are sooooo fucking funny. I plan to give you one of my dreams, but first I must read the rest of the analyst.
February 21, 2009 at 3:02 pm
Okay, I must now emerge from my lurking corner to attend this class, because I had this dream a while back and I NEED to know what it means. Since y’all are the experts, let’s see what you make of it:
So this was an SPN dream in which Sammy was pregnant, and he was giving birth in this huge, super fancy room that looked like it belonged in, like, a castle or something. I was lying on the bed with him and sort of stroking his hair, and I was feeling very relaxed and thinking that I could just fall asleep right there. Then, suddenly, I panicked because I realized that Dean was not in the room and I thought he really should be. I looked around and saw Dean sitting in a chair next to the bed and holding Sam’s hand, and I felt a lot better. Then the doctors came in and started telling Sam to do this and do that, and move his legs around in all these different ways, and when he was done following all their instructions he farted this HUGE, GIANT FART. It had all been a false labor, and he really just had gas. And I was still lying next to him when he farted and I could feel it on my leg and it was gross!
The End.
Yeah… I’m gonna be needing an explanation for this.
February 21, 2009 at 4:00 pm
I LOVE THIS.
February 21, 2009 at 7:15 pm
I would ttly rite that.
February 21, 2009 at 7:49 pm
What is up with these boyz? They must get totally exhausted with all this dream hopping. For REALS, I had a dream about Jared being a complete horndog (no surprize there) and flopping on the bed behind Jensen that was across from me (that’s a whole ‘nuther uninteresting dream bit) and DEMANDING that Jensen suck him off and then having a tantrum when Jensen didn’t immediately comply.
That was good. Yeah.
February 21, 2009 at 7:54 pm
OOOO, interesting.
*Listens intently.*
What? I ain’t telling all you freaks my dreams.
February 21, 2009 at 8:18 pm
LMFAO. YOU’RE ALL FREAKS. I LOVE YOU.
TODD, BB…I’M NOT SURE WE CAN AFFORD YOU. LOLOL.
AS FOR THE REST OF YOUSE, MT IS CURRENTLY OUT GETTING PROPER PISHED. SOON AS SHE GETS HOME, SHE AND I ARE GONNA GET DRUNK AS FUCK AND ANALYZE THE SHIT OUTTA ALL OF THIS.
EL OH EL…FARTS…NEVER NOT FUNNY.
February 21, 2009 at 9:34 pm
NOT AFFORD?! SURE WE CAN. *digs in the couch for change*
February 21, 2009 at 9:40 pm
AJ and MT know this already but the rest of you bitches should suffer the same way I did.
I dreamed that Jared and Jensen were in a party. Then Jensen was being a SUPER DOUCHE to Jared, which of course broke Jared’s heart. Then suddenly, CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY arrived, defended Jared’s honor and was the Super Mega Bestfriend to Jared and picked up the pieces of his broken heart.
It is still making me cry to this day.
February 21, 2009 at 9:53 pm
CMM has already had their rings picked out — FOR YEARS — he’s just waiting for the right time, Bookie. It’s JUST A MATTER OF TIME.
February 21, 2009 at 10:13 pm
WAIT, WASN’T ELTA IN THAT DREAM, TOO, BOOKIE? OR AM I MAKING THAT UP?
CUZ ELTA + CMM = NIGHTMARE, NOT DREAM, BB. JUST SAYIN’…
February 21, 2009 at 10:24 pm
Dear Todd Farmer,
You’re doing it wrong.
Share bitch.
Love, MT
February 21, 2009 at 10:24 pm
Dear Todd, can you do this? LAWL
(I dunno if embeds werk)
February 21, 2009 at 10:43 pm
There’s no Elta in the dream. Because if there’s an Elta, I’m going to Freddy Kruger myself.
February 21, 2009 at 11:22 pm
Bah, AJ, if you have T&A you can afford me.
MT…Fine. I had this dream…I was naked on a bed with my friend Betsy. We were discussing our next position when I glance over and see Jensen standing outside, leaned against the window. Normally this would be a perv moment but in the dream his being there was completely acceptable. However, he didn’t exactly look thrilled to be there. So I say, “Bet Jared isn’t having this much fun over at Friday the 13th.” He laughs and says, “No. He isn’t.”
Oh. Wait. That’s wasn’t a dream. That really happened. Guess I suck at this.
Blacklid, my only skill on the phone is heavy breathing.
February 21, 2009 at 11:25 pm
Blacklid, my only skill on the phone is heavy breathing.
? CLEARLY this is meant to be. Commence breathing.
February 21, 2009 at 11:30 pm
P.S. Tell Jensen and Jared’s Fool Selves that Tricks of the Trade don’t frakkin’ count in here. Run whut you brung, bishes, and rat now I need me some Demon Blue Full Throttle.
February 21, 2009 at 11:55 pm
Dear Bookie,
ELTA LIVES IN DREAMS. Yes. WHY DO YOU QUESHUN?
February 22, 2009 at 12:02 am
Patty. Patty, Patty, Patty. Lie down bish…no, not face down & ass up. Pshh, hooker…
I was at what I assume was his 31st bday party (since it’s coming up)and it was a foam party and there were midgets dancing around holding giant blue balls.
Ok, so what you’re seeing here, is not far from the truth, except are you sure that was ~foam~ you were seeing?? Lawl, wut?? I’m being serious. I think unconsciously, you saw jizz. Lots and lots of Jizz. Now the midgets with blue balls?? Obv they represent Jensen Ackles. I know i know, it’s hard to make the connection. But what does this mean??
My experienced psychoanalysis is that Jared is holding out on Jensen cuz he said Todd Farmer has a nicer butt than he does, and well, he’d be right. Where is the Todd Farmer Ass Equation, y’all??? Anyshit, Jensen is clearly frustrated that his pretty pretty princess won’t put out and unless Jared taps that soon, Jensen is gonna explode. *nods*
But it was not a vest! It was a freaking dress! Black t-shirt, and a maroon silky halter dress! The top was a solid color but the skirt part had a pattern on it.
Ok, so Jensen in a dress? Now, this would be easy to say that this is obviously representative of Jensen being the girl in his relationships. And well, you’d be right. Does Jared Padalecki look like a nelly bottom to you?? No, no he does not. And clearly that wasn’t a pattern you were seeing. Obviously there were a few ~stains~ on the dress that you INTERPRETED as a pattern. Yes, uh-huh. Obv this means Jared LOVES it when Jensen lets him top, and that he’s a possessive freak who likes to stake a claim on his bish. That, or Jensen likes to ~jizz in his pants~. Whichever.
Now, give me your $10.
February 22, 2009 at 12:12 am
*dies* gawds, I have good timing tonite.
February 22, 2009 at 12:15 am
DesiLu…
I then hand him a box and he then asks “what’s in the box” I reply “Open it and you’ll find out”. He does and he then looks at me smiles and hugs me tightly, and calls Jensen over, and Jensen comes up looks inside and Smirks at me.
Ok, i have two possible interpretations here. Gifts in boxes are tricky, yo.
First up, this could mean that you want to give Jensen and Jared a dick in a box. And from their ~reactions~ they clearly want this too. And yes, they both have ~girlfriends~ so obv they only want to dildo fight. Stop trying to make them gay. Jeez.
OR, it could mean that you gave them a Jason Vorhees mask and Jensen and Jared are nasty freaks and they should prolly let someone film that. *coughTODD FARMERcough*
Pee. Ess. If you go with option A, you should prolly get on that. Forreals. I think LA con would be the perfect opportunity. *nods*
Next question.
February 22, 2009 at 12:20 am
MT an we work a deal out in trade? Y/Y/MFY?
Good.
I thought maybe the foam might be some other substance but well, it was foamy so…
Thanks for the analysis! I will sleep so much better tonight!
February 22, 2009 at 12:26 am
Emkay…
They did make a cameo appearance in one dream as gay cowboys.
Gay cowboys, huh?? Obviously this means Jared likes it when Jensen reverse cowgirls him, and breathy moans “ahhhh weeeesh ahhhh cuuud qweeet yoooo” when Jensen rides him hard and puts him away wet. That or they’re both MASSIVE brokeback fans. *snort*
Next…
February 22, 2009 at 12:38 am
Sovereign…
I find myself seated at a convention , ardently watching Jared begin his question time. He is just so wildly animated, arms and legs flailing about when he finds a something to his amusement.
Was he drinking a Red Bull? This is important. I don’t know how or why yet, but it just is. Trust me on this.
I’m met with chuckles. “Nah, no emergency, just wanted to see how it was all going?”
Aaaaand this is the point at which you hang up.
Shaking my head I raise the phone back to my ear “Well hun it was going a hell of a lot better when i was in there, so if you don’t mind-” but she cuts me off. “So have you seen Jensen?” I sigh, greedy hooker.
FAIL. Never engage, bb. Never.Engage…not while there’s a Padalecki on stage. For all you know, he coulda been in there summoning fangirls to get in line to suck his cock, and you could’ve TTLY missed your chance.
and I go quiet as the Security guard is right in front of me. He raises his eyebrows as if to say “SO?” and then I realise he’s motioning with his eyes for me to look behind. I hear myself whisper as I turn “He’s right behind me isn’t he?” I’m enveloped by deep pools of green eyeing me quizickly. Oh my god! I nearly faint as Jensen reaches across and takes my phone away, pressing it up to his ear. “Pink-K is it? Yeah, Jensen Ackles here. I’m afraid Sov, is no longer available to take calls, you see she’s just about to explain in detail what a hessian bag is and how that might improve my sex appeal.” and he slides the handset shut.
He’s such a control freak. Not to mention, a smartass…who happens to have a great ass, but that’s beside the point. Jemsem is clearly unamused that you were in the hallway chatting it up with your friend instead of ogling his boyfriend. I mean, by doing this, all you’re doing is robbing him of another opportunity to clothesline yet another overzealous fangirl. Don’t you know he has a quota to fill in order to retain his title as over-possesive freak of the year?
“Well Sov, you wanna lay that Aussie wardrobe advice on me?” I burst out laughing.
While you’re busy schooling him on how to work hessian bags into his wardrobe, I can only hope that he’d return the favor and school you on how to C&D your friends for ruining your epic plans to experience the Padacock and in turn get knocked the fuck out by Jemsem Ankles. It would only be fair, really.
February 22, 2009 at 12:49 am
morrigan814…
So this was an SPN dream in which Sammy was pregnant, and he was giving birth in this huge, super fancy room that looked like it belonged in, like, a castle or something… I looked around and saw Dean sitting in a chair next to the bed and holding Sam’s hand, and I felt a lot better. Then the doctors came in and started telling Sam to do this and do that, and move his legs around in all these different ways, and when he was done following all their instructions he farted this HUGE, GIANT FART. It had all been a false labor, and he really just had gas. And I was still lying next to him when he farted and I could feel it on my leg and it was gross
Ok, here’s the deal, bb. First of all, Sam was not pregnant. He couldn’t have been, for he is the toppiest top to evar top! Tru Fax. You know how sometimes you see a woman walking by and she’s got a gut ~out to here~…and some poor naive soul approaches her and unwittingly asks when she’s due only to find out she’s not actually pregnant…she’s just fat? Well, that’s clearly what’s going on here. Sam’s not pregnant, he’s just a fatass. He had one too many burritos and wasn’t feeling well, hence the doctor. If anyone was pregnant, it was probably Dean. In fact! I’d be willing to bet that the reason you saw Dean sitting beside the bed holding Sam’s hand was because he was breaking the news to Sam that the condom broke and now Dean-o’s knocked up. At which point, Sam clearly developed a case of nervous gas, and all hell broke loose. Toxic, I know. But look on the bright side…in the dead of winter, who needs a space heater when you’ve got Sam Winchester’s stank ass?
He’s awesome, bb. Bask in the ambiance.
February 22, 2009 at 1:00 am
BOOKIE…
I dreamed that Jared and Jensen were in a party. Then Jensen was being a SUPER DOUCHE to Jared, which of course broke Jared’s heart. Then suddenly, CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY arrived, defended Jared’s honor and was the Super Mega Bestfriend to Jared and picked up the pieces of his broken heart.
It is still making me cry to this day.
Ok, even though there’s no cameo by Elta, this still qualifies as a nightmare. *pets yoo* Cuz unless Chad is there to play MATCHMAKER, and convince Jared that he and Jensen are made for each other, then his presence is just unnecessary. As for why Jensen was being a douche in the first place, I can only deduce that this dream must have taken place about 4 years ago, back when Jensen was still a dumbass. Donut worry, bb. He gets older, gets wiser, and gets his freak on with the Padalicky. And all is right in the world. *nods*
February 22, 2009 at 1:18 am
*drinking straight from the bottle, nao*
How’s mah typing? LAWL, pshh. Thank goddess I don’t have shit to do tomorra, u guise.
Todd…
Bah, AJ, if you have T&A you can afford me.
Well then, I’m halfway there, love. I guess I’ma have to host a fundraiser or some shit. Cuz I’ve got ass, but Jarrud’s boobs are TTLY bigger than mine. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. Srsly, Michael Rosenbaum would not be impressed with my lack of cleavage. WTF, self? I’ma pull an Elta and go out and buy me some boobs tomorrow. I’ll take one for the team. Pshh, this movie needs to be made, y’all.
I had this dream…I was naked on a bed with my friend Betsy. We were discussing our next position when I glance over and see Jensen standing outside, leaned against the window. Normally this would be a perv moment but in the dream his being there was completely acceptable. However, he didn’t exactly look thrilled to be there. So I say, “Bet Jared isn’t having this much fun over at Friday the 13th.” He laughs and says, “No. He isn’t.”
Oh. Wait. That’s wasn’t a dream. That really happened. Guess I suck at this.
I had this dream…I was naked on a bed with my friend Betsy, and she was doing the reverse cowgirl like a fuckin’ CHAMP. We were discussing our next position (because who doesn’t love a little dirty talk during sex) when I glance over and see Jensen standing outside, leaned against the window, feeling ttly left out. Normally this would be a perv moment but in the dream his being there was completely acceptable, cuz hello! Three-way. However, he didn’t exactly look thrilled to be
therethe only one fully clothed. So I say, “Bet Jared isn’t having this much fun over at Friday the 13th.” He laughs and says, “No. He isn’t. I hear he took Panabaker out for a lobster dinner, and she didn’t even put out.”There. I fixed that for you, bb.
February 22, 2009 at 5:25 am
Thank you, thank you, thank you MT. And the fog clears. It’s so simple, what the hell am I doing passing up the sexperience that is the Padacock in the flesh. Ooooooh flesh! Intriguing question though… Jared wasn’t drinking Red Bull but there was a slimline can sitting on the floor beside his chair. I couldn’t make out the label.
Lil’ confession I was more than a bit turned on by control freak Jensen, but unless there were sexual favours promised in return for my wardrobe advice, I’ma thinkin I lost out big time. Stupid!stupid!dream me.
The only bit that still irks me is that Jensen wants to know about hessian! That shit will rub against you like a razor. Ain’t no way it could be the next texture to adorn furniture or floor coverings in the Padackles abode.
February 22, 2009 at 7:22 am
Thank you, thank you, thank you AJ. Twas your genius after all. Y’all wouldn’t guess I’m blonde half the time. Genetics-pathetics. Hair dye seeps into the brain way too easily.
February 22, 2009 at 7:24 am
First of all, ILU. <333
So anyway, I dreamt that my cat got into a fight with Jared’s dogs. She won. What’s your professional opinion?
I also have a recurring dream that the Impala is parked in my living room, just sitting there being all shiny and beautiful, but I don’t think that’s completely relevant here.
February 22, 2009 at 8:04 am
It was prolly ’cause of this post I even had a rememberable dream last night. Hm. Let’s see if I remember correctly, some of it is slightly blurry.
Okay, so I was sitting in my bathtub, taking a shower, ttly nekkid (obviously), when all of a sudden! the drapery slowly pulled aside. There stood SAM, half-shy smile on his lips. (I’m a Deem/JenSIN gal, so the fact that it wasn’t him dissapointed me a bit. Sammeh/Jarrud almost in my shower though.. I ain’t bitchin’.)
I tried to cover up a bit, and he was all polite and handed me a towel, looking away as I draped it around me and got out. Although, I felt his eyes on me, from the corner of his eye. Hee.
He was like “You can’t do this, don’t you remember how it ended last time?”
Me: “Then what do you want me to do..?”
Sam turned into some random chick (WTF?!) who told me the answer to what had gone wrong that last time was to be found in Dean’s journal. She handed it to me, and then was gone. I desperatly started reading, tried to find out how I had messed up. There was something about.. well, that’s all kinda fuzzy, but I think it was something I slightly misinterpreted (guess my dream!english is somewhat poor, or maybe Dean’s handwriting.) as a sign of epic wincest. Dunno.
(I btw suspect my dream-self was slightly older than 17, cuz otherwise the next part might’ve been a bit awkward.)
Someone knocked on the bathroom door, and it flung open. there stood Daddy!Winchester, and in my confusion I thought “Oh hell, maybe this’ll make it alright” and so I stood up and kissed him. He pushed away (lol! fail.) and said
“You’ve ruined ev’rything.”
SO.. What I want to know is…. what the heck were they all talking about? ‘cuz I knew it had something to do with Dean, and meself.
Ehrm. *waving bills, blushing*
February 22, 2009 at 9:35 am
Thanks For analyzing the Dream M-Tizzle..It makes total sense now. I think I will go with Option A)…So I’m off to get a Box and a Dick to go inside it for L.A. Con….Do I get them each one?….Yeah I better it’s only fair they each get a Dick In A Box.
February 22, 2009 at 11:41 am
On my way back home shortly, I’ll spill then. AJ & MT, anyway I can negotiate a better discount? Who’s ass do I have to lick? I think you gals can afford a tooferone, yes? I’ll consider it ma burfday prezzie, K?
February 22, 2009 at 12:02 pm
Callaoressene…
“I had a dream about Jared being a complete horndog (no surprize there) and flopping on the bed behind Jensen that was across from me (that’s a whole ‘nuther uninteresting dream bit) and DEMANDING that Jensen suck him off and then having a tantrum when Jensen didn’t immediately comply.”
BB, your dream has a certain accuracy. Obviously it’s a no-brainer that Jared Padalecki is the toppiest top to ever top. Your dream shows that he wears the pants in this relationship.
However, Jensen clearly fancies himself as a Big Daddy and there is a power struggle between the two of them. Puzzled as how to stop being a nelly bottom, Jensen obviously sought advice from the Jonas brothers, who advised abstinence. This caused rage in Jared Padalecki, and pissy princess is pissy.
The solution here?? The Js need to learn to switch off. That or, Rohypnol. I hear it’s verreh effective. Yuh-huh.
February 22, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Fairy…
“So anyway, I dreamt that my cat got into a fight with Jared’s dogs. She won. What’s your professional opinion?”
Obviously his dogs represent him, and your cat represents wimmenz. So Jared Padalecki is scared of pussy. It’s true. Your dream says so.
“I also have a recurring dream that the Impala is parked in my living room, just sitting there being all shiny and beautiful…”
It means you have an obsession with Jensen’s ghetto fab ride, and you wanna take a ride on his disco stick. You may want to seek further counselling. That or gender re-assignment surgery. You may have better odds. Just sayin’.
February 22, 2009 at 12:48 pm
Ah, it all makes sense now. Thank you for clearing up this pressing issue that has been weighing on my mind for weeks now!
*quietly returns to lurkdom*
February 22, 2009 at 9:59 pm
Right then, here goes as promised:
1. I continually have a dream of Jared and me on-the-floor, doing it like they do on the discovery channel. Plus, he admits that his Padacock has never been “hoovered” like that before. Profs, could this dream be inspired by one of my fav pics of Jayred? You know the one.
2. We’re at a Con, having drinks and dancing the night away at the hotel bar, when I go and ask Jim Beaver to dance. In my dreams its always the same song too.
Analyze that.
February 23, 2009 at 1:32 am
Aw, geez, I never have any good dreams about my fannish obsessions! I’m jealous.
I once had a dream where I was sharing bunk beds with the Lone Gunmen. (Double ew!) At least it was platonic.
Well, there was that one dream where Roy Batty and Rick Deckard were having tons of hot sweaty replicant/hunter sex…
February 23, 2009 at 8:20 am
So, I wasn’t going to do this, but I need help.
Last night, I… um… had a sex dream about Jason Priestley.
Oh, I don’t want you to analyze my dream.
I want you to kill me. Like, right the fuck now.
‘kay, thanks!
February 23, 2009 at 11:24 am
Cuz I’ve got ass, but Jarrud’s boobs are TTLY bigger than mine.
Big, little, mid, freakshow, or nothin but nips. Love’em all. Want’em all. Need’em all. Make the rockin’ world go round they do (as do fat bottomed girls but that’s another story). Don’t go stuffin yer skin with squishies, precious. It ain’t right. No offense to them what do…nix that…yes offense. Much offense. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?! Succumb to media much? Just another attempt by the MAN (rich old white dudes) to keep momma distracted so that she don’t rise up and take over the world. Little secret part one: dude’s don’t care. Oh, sure the dumb one’s think they do but that’s cuz they succumb to media much. Boobs is boobs glorious boobs and shall we take a moment to thank our Lord and Savior for the one of the…NAY…THE greatest of his creations?
Oh yeah…and I too had a sex dream about Jason Priestley.
February 23, 2009 at 5:33 pm
Well, then please tell me, Todd, how does a person go on after something like that?
Really. I need to know.
February 23, 2009 at 7:23 pm
LMAO Haunted. It seems he has snookered us on this one. I don’t think we can top his OTP. Haunted, my question is whether or not Todd could like my boobies more than you!? I’ll let you two fight over them, hee hee.
February 23, 2009 at 9:03 pm
Pfft. NOBODY likes your boobs more than me, J.
Please.
February 23, 2009 at 9:18 pm
Haunted, how are you have sex dreams about Jason Priestly? i hope your mind isn’t rejecting Mr. Morgan.
February 23, 2009 at 9:32 pm
My brain hates me, Chelle.
WTF?
Why, Brain? Why? Um, it’s not like I haven’t given you something better to work with Every. Goddamn. Day.
*Hates Brain*
February 23, 2009 at 10:17 pm
Haunted, I have no clear answers on how you might move on. My expertise is lacking considering my dream consisted of you and master Priestley making angry sex in the back of a 74 GTO while the wife and I watched from a porch swing sipping sweet tea and sharing a bucket of popcorn.
That said, I wouldn’t sweat it. I doubt anyone reaches journey’s end and says, “Wish I hadn’t angry sexed so much.”
Jedi?! Hello?! Have I not made clear my boobie adoration? I say we take it to the mats. Wrastling match. Winner takes all boobies. Haunted can choose the condiment.
February 23, 2009 at 11:12 pm
“Let’s get ready to Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuumble?” You guys ready for a cage match?
February 23, 2009 at 11:18 pm
ellinor…
I tried to cover up a bit, and he was all polite and handed me a towel, looking away as I draped it around me and got out. Although, I felt his eyes on me, from the corner of his eye. Hee.
Well, bb. First of all, if Sam Winchester was showing any type of interest in you whatsoever (seeing as how you’re not Dean), then you must’ve been a demon or a werewolf or something, otherwise, had shit gone down, your ass woulda ended up on the ceiling surrounded by blue flames. So, I’ma go with demon.
He was like “You can’t do this, don’t you remember how it ended last time?”
Me: “Then what do you want me to do..?”
Sam turned into some random chick (WTF?!) who told me the answer to what had gone wrong that last time was to be found in Dean’s journal.
Clearly what this means is that Sam Winchester has a vagina. Clearly. As for what you did, seeing as how you’re a demon *coughRubycough*, you fucked Sam(antha) and disrupted the order of the Holy Fucking Trinity…that would be John the Father, Dean-o the Son, and Sammeh the Antichrist. The three of them together are supposed to be saving people, hunting things, fucking each other, the family business. But it’s ONLY supposed to be the three of them. No girls allowed. Srsly, why do you think bitches are always catchin on fire? Cuz that’s just too much sexy for one family. Outsiders can’t handle it. And not only are you a girl, EWW. But you’re a demon girl. Dean’s gonna bitchsmack you the next time he sees you. Twice. Cuz it ain’t no epic Wicest dream till Dean backhands a ho! S’pretty kinky, though.
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Jedi…
I continually have a dream of Jared and me on-the-floor, doing it like they do on the discovery channel. Plus, he admits that his Padacock has never been “hoovered” like that before. Profs, could this dream be inspired by one of my fav pics of Jayred? You know the one.
First of all, Jared Padalecki is a fucking lying liar who lies if he says your manhoovering skills are better than Jensen’s. He’s just trying to get you to put out. Sneaky Jared is sneaky, yo. You gotta watch out for that kid. He’ll getcha with that flowery language every time. *snort* hoover. Although, J, I must say…your chances of scoring with the Padalicky are looking very good. He doesn’t date
womenmenwomen his age or younger. I think you need to take Mr. Padalecki behind the bleachers and teach him a thing or two. Just sayin’.We’re at a Con, having drinks and dancing the night away at the hotel bar, when I go and ask Jim Beaver to dance. In my dreams its always the same song too.
Lady In Red?? Yes, yes I think so. Stop frontin’ J, the only reason you wanna slow dance with Jim Beaver is so you can get close enough to ask him to give you pointers on how to properly fangirl Jensen Ackles. I bet if you get him drunk enough, he’ll give you Jemsem’s phone number. If all else fails, show him your boobs.
*throwing beads at you*
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Haunted…
Last night, I… um… had a sex dream about Jason Priestley.
First of all, you were not having a dream about Jason Priestly. You were dreaming about Jensen PLAYING Priestly. It was just hard to tell under all that eyeliner. Now, normally one would think, ok…how could that possibly constitute as a bad dream? Cuz who wouldn’t fuck Priestly. WELL! Here’s the thing…first of all Jensen Ackles is not hung like a horse. Horses are hung like Jensen Ackles. Funny cuz it’s troo. And well, seeing as how he wasn’t wearing any manties up under that skirt, you saw what you were in for and panicked. Don’t worry, it happens to everyone who’s not 6’4″, from Texas, and just ridiculous in general. To top it all off, once you decided to tough it out and ride that ride, he insisted that you say his name. But he didn’t want you to call him Priestly, he wanted you to scream out his real name. But who the fuck wants to be screaming, “Harder, Boaz, harder!!” I mean. That’s like Danneel demanding to be called Elta during sex. Talk about a buzzkill. DNW.
Todd…
Haunted, I have no clear answers on how you might move on. My expertise is lacking considering my dream consisted of you and master Priestley making angry sex in the back of a 74 GTO while the wife and I watched from a porch swing sipping sweet tea and sharing a bucket of popcorn.
Ahahaha, voyeurism. You and Mel were just tryna sneak a peek up under his kilt, weren’t you? El Oh El, freaks. S’pretty naughty, Todd. There’s a reason that man’s ass has its own equation. Just sayin’.
February 24, 2009 at 7:26 am
First of all, you were not having a dream about Jason Priestly. You were dreaming about Jensen PLAYING Priestly.
Oh, thank fucking christ! It all makes sense now. I feel so much better, now, AJ. You rock.
Just one thing, tho – Haunted doesn’t “panic.”
Please.
Todd, you Sir, are a Perv.
I like that.
Oh, and also, I’ll totally kick your ass. Bring it, Buddy!
February 24, 2009 at 10:27 am
FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!
*MAKING JELL-O*
YOU BB’S PREFER LIME OR CHERRY?
February 24, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Cherry please.
February 24, 2009 at 1:30 pm
Cherry. Always.
February 24, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Fuck, I prefer Lime, but whatever floats your boat y’all.
February 25, 2009 at 2:03 am
OKAY MENTWHORES. I finally have a frealz dream for you. Yes, starring none other.
I’m waiting in a huge crowd of people, not sure who I’m waiting for, when Jayrud Padalicky comes waltzing right up, greets me and throws one long arm around my neck. I hug back but I start looking around for people to A) to clothesline me for staging a coup on his attention or B) come and carry him back to someplace truly secured. I asked him how the hell he got away from the rat-race and he says nevermind lets go, it’s crazy in here and I can’t hear myself think. So I said, uh, ooookay. We left this huge building and walked out to the parking lot and the whole time I am confused by the fact that he’s wearing a white sweater, but otherwise he looks pretty much like Jared does, I guess. We get to the car, which is actually my car, which was actually my first boyfriend’s red ’88 Nissan 200SX that I was in when he ran a red and wrecked it. And he gets in the driver side and has to put the seat alll the waaay back to fit his legs in. I get in the passenger seat and stare at him because he’s practically in the back seat. And he’s asking me when I quit wearing my engagement ring (like right after I got married because it’s not practical) and he goes to absently put the key in the ignition as he’s talking about how he doesn’t understand why girls want things they’re not even gonna use and he stops dead… and says, HEYYY, this isn’t my car. I CAN’T DRIVE A STICK. I woke up laughing.
TELL ME OBI WAN. WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
February 25, 2009 at 2:04 pm
You’re all crazy. ALL. I love you.
February 25, 2009 at 3:43 pm
I mean… what does it mean other than the fact that I am secretly terrified at fan conventions?
February 26, 2009 at 12:08 am
Blacklid…
I’m waiting in a huge crowd of people, not sure who I’m waiting for, when Jayrud Padalicky comes waltzing right up, greets me and throws one long arm around my neck. I hug back but I start looking around for people to A) to clothesline me for staging a coup on his attention or B) come and carry him back to someplace truly secured.
Well, clearly this huge crowd of people represents everyone in the world, yes everyone…all of whom want in Big Daddy’s pants. And they will cut a bitch to get in there. He’s a wanted motherfucker. Tru Fax. And
lustlove will make you do crazy things. So, it’s a good thing you had your guard up, cuz Big Daddy tends to be rather aloof in regards to these sorts of things. *shaking head at him*We left this huge building and walked out to the parking lot and the whole time I am confused by the fact that he’s wearing a white sweater, but otherwise he looks pretty much like Jared does, I guess.
The condom sweater, yes. Yes I think so. We all know Jared loves to steal Jensen’s clothes and wear them, even though they’re like 2 sizes too small for him. He’ll wear it anyway. Hello, security blanket. Pshh. Nao, it’s getting the sweater OFF that will serve to be a problem. He WILL be buying Jemsem a replacement. Trust me on that. LOL, bighead.
We get to the car, which is actually my car, which was actually my first boyfriend’s red ‘88 Nissan 200SX that I was in when he ran a red and wrecked it. And he gets in the driver side and has to put the seat alll the waaay back to fit his legs in.
How in the goddamn hell did he fit his big ass into a 200SX? I’ve been in a 200SX, and um…no. LOLOL. And why am I now picturing him practically sitting in the trunk, all hunched over with his hands on the wheel. Aaahahahahahaha. *note to self: lay off the crack, you’re not funny, asshole*
he goes to absently put the key in the ignition as he’s talking about how he doesn’t understand why girls want things they’re not even gonna use and he stops dead… and says, HEYYY, this isn’t my car. I CAN’T DRIVE A STICK. I woke up laughing.
LAWL, Jayred. Metaphorical boy is metaphorical. When talking about girls wanting things they can’t use, he clearly means himself. He knows that urrybody and they mama want that ass, and well…they ain’t gettin’ it, for Jarrud Padalicky is already OWNED by one Jemsem Ankles. Tru. As for him not being able to drive stick, he is clearly a lying liar who lies. J-Pad can drive stick in every sense of the word, yo! Jemsem learned him good…real good. Plus he’s from Texass. So course he can ~drive stick~ Srsly, what a ridiculous man.
Now as for why you were riding shotgun, this means that you are the navigator. And since you’re the one giving out the direcshuns here, plz to be telling Jarrud to make a left outta the parking lot, go up the road half a mile, take exit 69, go 5 miles, take a right onto Jensen Ackles Alley, and park in the driveway. And Jensen would appreciate it if he’d come in the back entrance after dark. *nods* Yuh huh.
February 26, 2009 at 12:42 am
Hokay, here is my dream (c/pasta’d from my eljay ‘cuz it was last year and it still maketh me to wonder):
le sigh… so. guise.
i finally had a sex dream involving a winchester.
it was like i was watching them film that scene in Love Actually, where the red-headed guy and cute blonde chick are stand-ins in a sex scene.
i mean, they’re in that room with all the cool italianate architecture, marble columns and statues and mirrors and sparkly chandeliers and unicorns and stuff.
and there is a guy sorta sprawled against one of the columns, and he’s not wearing clothes, he’s got a sheet draped around him, and the makeup team is working on his face, and someone is massaging his arms and shoulders, i guess to get him pumped up. i don’t really know how these things work. all i know is, it looked sorta hot.
only, i look closer, and i realize it’s DEAN. you know you can totally tell when it’s Dean and not Jensen. ‘cuz he looked kindof uncomfortable and kept shoving off the guys’ hands and stuff. and snarking at the makeup people. and he looks kindof pissed, actually, there’s that bulge he gets in his forehead when he frowns.
and then Dean looks up toward the back, and he laughs.
and then i look where he looked, and i see there are three other people walking out on the set, and i see it’s two more makeup people and the other person between them is dressed in jeans and as he’s walking he’s opening his flannel shirt. he’s talking to the director, who’s come over and then he’s taking off the shirt and the massaging guy comes over and starts rubbing all over him, and he’s still talking and not facing me so i can’t see his face. but he seems pretty serious and i figure he’s somebody important from the way he’s talking and the way Dean is all smiling, still kinda snarky, but not as pissed-off looking as before.
and then they tell him to undo his jeans and he steps out of them and he turns to face my direction full monty-like and well –i knew that person. i didn’t even see his face, i looked straight you-know-where and my eyes get all big and i suck in a big breath cuz I Knew That Peen. and then to be certain i checked and yep, there were the scars all over his belly and i went OMG. HUBBY IS GOING TO DO DEAN.
(at this point i should probably explain: husband used to work in the movies.)
and sure enough, they take the clothes away and the sheet and they start focusing cameras down and boom mike is hovering and i’m getting this view from directly over hubby’s shoulder down at Dean’s face and it looks kinda hot cuz his jaw is clenched a bit and his eyes are kinda hooded, but the snarky smile is still there and i see his arms come up and go around hubby’s neck –
and FIE. then I WOKE UP.
and i made the mistake of telling hubby about it. and he was totally pissed off… he says, “you dream about me making a porn movie, and it’s with DEAN WINCHESTER????? YOU SUCK!!”
well, i wasn’t actually awake yet. otherwise i’d have kept my mouth shut.
cuz dudes. i’m alot madder than hubby cuz I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO SEE IT.
February 26, 2009 at 1:48 am
Isn’t that more like a Not!Sex dream?
February 26, 2009 at 2:37 am
I had another Dream…Kind of Short. I am at Disneyland for my Birthday(Today is my birthday and I am going to Disneyland Makes it Weider. I have a shirt on that says “Today is My Birthday All Rides Open” and on the back it says “Free Parking in the Rear”. I’m in line for Peter Pan and Jensen and Jared are in line in front of me, they see me and my Shirt and come up to me and ask if they can read the back and of course I say sure. They both start laughing. I ask what they are doing at the big D-Land and Jared said he was taking Princess Jensen for his birthday. I laugh and tell them it is mine and Jensen says sweet you wanna ride all the rides with us and I say Hell Yeah I do. So then we are in Peter Pan and Jensen says this is his favorite ride and Jared squeezes his hand says I know. So we ride all the rides together and then they buy me those Mickey Ears with My name in them. Then somehow they drive me home cause I can’t find my car and they stay the night with me in my bed which is a hard fit because they don’t really fit, and then I say that My Bedroom is the happiest place on earth not Disneyland and they agree and I wake up………Weird.
February 26, 2009 at 3:57 am
“Clearly what this means is that Sam Winchester has a vagina. Clearly. As for what you did, seeing as how you’re a demon *coughRubycough*, you fucked Sam(antha) and disrupted the order of the Holy Fucking Trinity…that would be John the Father, Dean-o the Son, and Sammeh the Antichrist. The three of them together are supposed to be saving people, hunting things, fucking each other, the family business.”
lololololol WAI FANK JU, that makes everything so much clearer. how could i not understand that..? lol.
ilu guise, srsly.
February 28, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Ahem. I declare myself the winner of the Epic Dream Jello Wrestling Match for Jedi’s Boobs.
HAH! Betcha wish you’da thought of THAT, doncha, Todd?
Jedi, would you please help me get cleaned up now?
March 4, 2009 at 10:37 pm
Meet you in the bubble bath Haunted! Oh, don’t forget the candles!
March 4, 2009 at 10:44 pm
Yes, Ma’am!
March 5, 2009 at 11:28 am
Ladies can i join you…. i need a scrub down…..
i had a dream involving Murry, chocolate sauce and thinks i would rather not talk about, IM MENTALLY SCARRED FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!
i need a therapist stat!!