Last night I had a dream that even I find somewhat disturbing.
My dreams were invaded by a hair band, maybe Poison, and they were seriously getting way too busy with any girl they could find. In my head. What I found most disturbing was that my point of view kept slipping back and forth between the band and the groupies.
It was like VH1 Behind the Music. Raw and Uncut. But very porn-like.
In a bad way.
Now I feel like the inside of my head needs to be scrubbed with some Ajax and a Brillo pad.
Wouldn’t that make you an unwilling pervert?
You’re so dir-tay!
Oh Dear Lord. Have you been watching that “Rock of Love” show or something? It’s practically the same thing… except YOU aren’t there. Haha!
I was going to say the same thing as Jenn. Except that I *do* watch “Rock of Love.” And might even still think Bret Michaels is kinda hot. *cough* Nevermind.
Were you -er- I mean the groupies or poison wearing spandex? Because this is a knitting blog and I just don’t think that would be appropriate at all.
Wow.