Last night, I had a dream that lamebot and I visited the White House. We walked through the main lobby and up some stairs. We climbed a HUGE white sculpture that looked like twisted tree branches with a canopy at the top. We climbed to the top and sat there making out until I woke up.
My subconsious knows what I likes.
Woah. Best ever. How do we make this happen IRL?
someday mah lady. someday.
i want your swine flu biatch.
And I replied: “dundun dun dun dun!” (terminator style)