So I settle into bed last night and float off into dreamland where I am enchanted by none other than Mr. Brad Pitt. As he takes me by the hand we find ourselves walking across a moonlit desert. The air is clear and the temperature is just right. The terra cotta landscape provides the perfect setting as he gently lays me down on the sand. He softly touches my face and begins to kiss me.
And wouldn't ya fuckin know it?! HE WAS A HORRIBLE KISSER.
I'm not making this up. I seriously crashed last night, embarked on this erotic adventure and found out Brad Pitt kisses like a toad.
Even in the unconscious I'm not cut a break.
Life is unfair.
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