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Last night, I had a dream that I visted the PA offices.
TrickyV
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But these offices were not the offices we know and love from PATV, oh no.
I was in total darkness before I found a doorway, a double door with a pane of glass in each, and black words lit through the frost of the glass.
"Mike" on one door, "Jerry" on the other. This was my destination, I knew, and so I entered.
Mike and Jerry's office was a massive space the size of a gymnasium, sparsely lit with spotlights. All the space above was blackness, save for the lights which shone down to the floor beneath me. Criss crossing the entire space was a set of walls, simple geometric shapes laid upon the floor to cut the area into different pieces. These served as a backdrop for a gallery of their apparent trophies. Upon lit pedestals were various items deemed worthy enough for display by them, various busts of video game characters or other pieces of merchandise and apparel most men would kill for.
And finally I rounded the corner to the back wall. There, their surprisingly normal pair of desks sat, flush against the wall as normal. But the entire wall, the whole thing, even fading into the darkness above, was covered with newspaper clippings and articles. A sea of print concerning Mike and Jerry, chronicling their saga over the years. It was here I found Mike musing over some pieces pinned to the wall, and he spoke to me as if I had been expected.
I don't recall exactly what he said to me, but I do remember he said it while showing me the super awesome chrome mega-slide/zip line fun center they had stashed in a corner of their office.
Perhaps what I saw was not a dream, but rather a tiny glimpse far into the future.
I was in total darkness before I found a doorway, a double door with a pane of glass in each, and black words lit through the frost of the glass.
"Mike" on one door, "Jerry" on the other. This was my destination, I knew, and so I entered.
Mike and Jerry's office was a massive space the size of a gymnasium, sparsely lit with spotlights. All the space above was blackness, save for the lights which shone down to the floor beneath me. Criss crossing the entire space was a set of walls, simple geometric shapes laid upon the floor to cut the area into different pieces. These served as a backdrop for a gallery of their apparent trophies. Upon lit pedestals were various items deemed worthy enough for display by them, various busts of video game characters or other pieces of merchandise and apparel most men would kill for.
And finally I rounded the corner to the back wall. There, their surprisingly normal pair of desks sat, flush against the wall as normal. But the entire wall, the whole thing, even fading into the darkness above, was covered with newspaper clippings and articles. A sea of print concerning Mike and Jerry, chronicling their saga over the years. It was here I found Mike musing over some pieces pinned to the wall, and he spoke to me as if I had been expected.
I don't recall exactly what he said to me, but I do remember he said it while showing me the super awesome chrome mega-slide/zip line fun center they had stashed in a corner of their office.
Perhaps what I saw was not a dream, but rather a tiny glimpse far into the future.
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You've wasted precious seconds of your life reading this.
You've wasted precious seconds of your life reading this.
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hey satan...: thinkgeek amazon My post |
You've wasted precious seconds of your life reading this.
that was a great dream
did you bang them?
there was no banging.
LD that wasn't a dream, that was your FUTURE.
he would tell us about his crazy dreams (already boring--no one cares what you dreamed last night, no matter who you are) but it would be obvious that he was making it up
like why would you even do that, kid
hey satan...: thinkgeek amazon My post |
second of all
what, why do wet dream rule
I whipped out a calendar and started counting trimesters faster'n'you've ever seen
Because it's like going to the waterpark but no one poops in the water and there are no lines
hey satan...: thinkgeek amazon My post |
nnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooo!!
Can I still tell you my dreams?
wow
wow
You've wasted precious seconds of your life reading this.
So what was missing from your room when you woke up?
This might be the nerdiest thing I have ever read, and this is coming from a guy who spends his days reading a forum about video games where a thread talking about the extended star wars universe exists concurrently with this one.
no they don't
having to wake up in the middle of the night to change your underpants is the worst part of puberty
dignity
And that the final round of the omegathon involved the contestants playing a custom penny arcade-themed pinball machine while Tycho sang Pinball Wizard. I wonder how much it costs to have one of those designed? They could give it away to one of the Child's Play hospitals after they were done with it
I blame this on the fact that during puberty I had an overactive sex appetite and tended to jerk off with enough frequency that my body never got frustrated to the point of requiring nocturnal emission to release the pressure.
i was about to post something similar, but when i checked wikipedia
???
which coincidentally are the worst times to have to surreptitiously get up and grab a change of underpants
"with which"??
Huh.
Really?
It's either sex, or Death.
You've wasted precious seconds of your life reading this.
i know. seems fishy, right? but hey, it's on wikipedia and is therefore true.
i don't expect wikipedia editors to be familiar with what the body goes through when you don't jerk off eight times a day
So what you're saying is that your brain, during sleep, turns into Henry VIII of England.
where i will be doing some fucking
well for some reason it is always really rough oral being given to me
and then i wake up right before i would finish,
literally seconds before i would finish
so i am shaking and good i didn't hit my point but DAMN that was close
and then
I farted