I wish I could forget
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I awoke from my slumber as the clock struck 4 in the early morning. My heart raced as if I dreamt of something scary. It is rather strange how I can never remember my dreams. Anyway, I waddled out of bed and heard a loud "thud" resonate throughout the halls that lie ahead. I just remembered something at that exact precise moment (as if the noise gave me this epiphany): in my dream there was a naked lady.
Thereafter, I realized that I was having a sex dream. Despite my sudden craving for self-pleasure, I managed to start walking down the hall to inspect the cause of the "thud." I could hardly walk—but not because of fear—it was because I had a giant boner that crippled my movements.
Finally, I beheld the maker of the noise on this desolate, horny night. It was my framed picture of Seymour Skinner, autographed by the man himself. Instantly, my whole dream came back to me. I fell to the floor and began crabwalking backwards in fear.
"The woman from my dreams... He was Seymour Skinner." My boner acted like a turtle who slunk back into its shell. I grabbed my shotgun and positioned it towards my mouth. I proceeded to suck on it as if it were Seymour almighty himself.
It was indeed a horny night. And, I do wish I could forget it. I really should not have taken so much damn ambien.
Credited to ch1993
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