I had a very odd dream last night; at least I think it was a dream. I am not even going to try and analyse the meaning. It really put the willies up me. The dream involved me answering my telephone, in itself something that would never happen.
I wished I had not – it was a heinous penis call.
On the other end of the line was a hateful, odious, abominable and totally reprehensible fellow. His gruff flagrant voice sent a shiver down my spine. In between his nefarious heavy breathing he managed to growl, “We have a penis delivery for a Mr Galaxy.”
I slammed down the receiver. Uncontrollable panic gripped me as I envisaged what wicked, villainous and atrocious events will accompany this bizarre flagitious delivery.
I awoke with a squeal.
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You don’t want the willies put up you, do you?
That would be awful.
I hear some people like it. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.
Oh, that is scary. I had a dream this week that I had such hairy knees you could plait them. The hair hung down my legs like a piece of stripy brown voile shimmering and swaying in the breeze. I was very afraid.
With dreams like that Jo you should be very afraid. Try not sleeping. Hee hee, hairy legs hairy legs.
It wasn’t Mr B.’s legs, was it?
It wasn’t Mr B.’s penis delivery was it? Blimey!