This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Oh good Lord.
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This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Oh good Lord.
This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Was he your tampon?
Oh good Lord.
Seriously! It was a Whole Thing.
I'm pretty sure I would never be allowed in all of Great Britian if it were to be known to them that in the most, well, naked, part of the dream, I was learning the words to "God Save the Queen."
I really need to go back on my meds.
Was he your tampon?
Eww. Eww. Eww.
Someone had to go there. I'm glad it was Vortex.
This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Oh, as usual, dear.
I'm pretty sure I would never be allowed in all of Great Britian if it were to be known to them that in the most, well, naked, part of the dream, I was learning the words to "God Save the Queen."
*blink*
I really need to go back on my meds.
I'm thinkin'...
jeepers ... something that makes My Pretty Pony porn seem reasonable.
Why can I never have the sex dreams? (Even the creepy ones.)
Aimee, I think this is just a sign from your subconscious that you'd like to be fabulously rich.
(Lovely day for sailing... oh, look at the pyramids...)
I think it has more to do with this tiara fixation of hers.
And, really, Empress - isn't a prince beneath you (strictly metaphorically, ya know)?