There never seems to be anything there when I wake up, so nothing to write down
To keep an eye on his investment.
There never seems to be anything there when I wake up, so nothing to write down
To keep an eye on his investment.
Flying fist class really doesn’t sound like fun. :eek:
Then you are a lucky, lucky man!
Go to an ice rink, recently waxed floor.
Crom, no imagination!
Yeah, but don’t tell her that.
As I am not a multi-millionaire industry captain not many people want to pick my brain.
That’s the thing. If you go to bed thinking you will write your dreams down. You remember them. You don’t even have to write it down when you wake up.
Poor Tom Berenger totally got screwed on this deal.
On an only partially related note: there used to be a pervert who called my store in the middle of the night and asked what I was wearing while breathing heavily into the phone. He quit calling after I told him a burlap sack and a bustier.
I shall try that.
Guess that didn’t sync up too well with his particular kink, eh?
Hehe. My response is always paper clips on my nipples and nothing else.
That’s what the professor said on TV I watched. If you tell yourself before going to bed to remember what you dream, there is a high probability that you will when you wake up. But right after you wake up, either write it down or keep thinking about what you dreamed and you’ll remember it later in the day. Otherwise you’ll forget that strain of thought of the dream after a short while.
Sometimes I remember my dream right after I wake up, but without thinking about it, I forget it after half an hour or faster.
“and I could only make out one word, disappointment.”
So that’s when I decided to become The Scarecrow.
“She needed to wake up to come back to reality.”
Ahem.
What’s your number?
You can PM me.
He could have been talking about the meal he had earlier. Friggin children blame you for everything.
Yeah. Everyone call janitorbob and breathe heavy. Can’t wait to hear what he comes up with.
A real shame how the fear toxin unleashed the fast zombie apocalypse in England. :eek:
I’ll give it to you and look forward to perverted Pike calls in the middle of the night.