the vynsane asylum

It was so good! It had a lot of mustard, and it was really messy.

I kept slipping it in and out of my mouth: first fast, and then slow, and then fast again, until all the mustard shot all over my face!

I wonder if this means anything in real life?

MAN, where's Snigtad when ya need him, cos this smells GAY right here

God damn it, Tycho, nobody wants to hear about your gay-ass dreams.

Are you sure is was in your mouth and not your ass?

kidhuman wrote:Are you sure is was in your mouth and not your ass?

I would have to agree because thats what fags do, stick things in their asses

Son, you're not really sure which team you play for, are you?

Tycho wrote:It was so good! It had a lot of mustard, and it was really messy.

I kept slipping it in and out of my mouth: first fast, and then slow, and then fast again, until all the mustard shot all over my face!

I wonder if this means anything in real life?

This would never really happen if you were eating a hot dog. Your incisor teeth would catch on the fleshy skin of the hot dog and prevent it from repeatedly slipping out of your mouth. The average hot dog has only 77.6 square centimeters of surface space. Factoring in the consistency of your average French's Yellow Mustard, you couldn't apply enough mustard to the hot dog to incur the sort of slippage you are implying.

I think this dream might be metaphor for your unfulfilled homosexual desires. The hot dog is a phallic symbol representing the penis of another man. The mustard is symbolic of his semen, owing to its thick consistency.

I can only conclude that you love the cock and gobble it any chance you get; hoping and praying that you will arouse the other man enough to get him to ejaculate all over your face in some perverted fetishis fashion. Did you know Gay Marriage is now legal in South Africa? perhaps you should move there.

So I had quite the dream last night.

For some reason, Slick was planning a solo trip to Cedar Point during his leave. Or, at least, what I thought was a solo trip. On the day of departure, there's a knock at the door, and who should come in the house yelling "Slicky!" and skipping quickly to give him a hug but Da' Ox. So here's Slick and Da' Ox, going to Cedar Point (She flew to Michigan by the way). I'm trying to talk to her, but she's TOTALLY obsessed with Nick and won't look away from him long enough to acknowledge anyone/thing else.

The lesson I took from this? Slick must be gay, too. Because NO muffdiver is that friendly to the cock unless their is no chance that it'll end up in her guts.

The lesson you learned is that my dick powers are so strong that I can turn even the muffdivingest of 'em all.

Yet another fucked up dream that I thought I'd share.

I'm in a courtyard surrounded by wrought-iron fencing when Lucy Liu appears dressed, for some reason or another, as a schoolgirl. She has pink eyes that shoot bullets in extremely rapid succession. Not only does she have machine gun peepers, but she can fight "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" style. Having amnesia, I'm convinced that she's gonna kill me, until I deflect her first salvo with my hands. After doing so, I start to get my memory back and realize that I can kick her ass. I start throwing punches with one hand and blocking bullets with the other. I'm pretty sure I had impressed myself into her pants when the alarm clock went off, telling me I was five minutes late for work.

If Tycho was eating a hot dog without the bun, then it was merely a weiner.