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I had a dream about Bill Clinton last night! It was sick, too. Of course it would be. I was on campus, on the little hill in front of my dorm. There was a truck (like the kind that sells hotdogs and pretzels, only this one sold clothes) parked on the corner. The pres. was wandering around, looking lost. I was walking with this old lady, and we were really nervous for some reason. Then we ran into Clinton, who looked very sad. He wasn't wearing any socks. I told him he could buy socks from the truck on the corner, and went with him to get them. He got a pair of brown ankle socks, but started pulling on them to stretch them out. I had the feeling he was trying to make them into a tie and was trying to to stretch them long enough to tie around his neck. I told him I could help him with that. He sat on the ground, and I stood behind him, and he was really big, more than lifesize...He was sitting and I was standing and our shoulders came up to the same height. So I'm leaning over him, pulling one end of the sock while he's pulling on the other, and I realize he's really enjoying what's going on. In "that" kind of a way, if you dig. [Right now, this is striking me as enormously funny]. Then I realize I am too. It's cold outside, and he's very warm, and I'm liking the feeling of leaning against his back. That's it. Then I woke up. Okay, say it with me now: Blecchh!!

My friend Bruce has dreams about Bill and him all the time,It makes me want to spew.

Ah, but what kind of dreams? Like Spiracle's or like mine?

Like having hot gay sex,Bill on top.

oh god thats iamgery that sticks....thansk alot there uh Mrs. J

I would rather see Bill on the bottom,but I,m more of a man than Bruce.

Am I the only degenerate here who finds hot gay sex kind of appealing?? Put your hand down, Jim, you don't count.

Oh Gee,Jim counts,we just know what he is going to say(he-he).

I'm all for hot sex between any number of consenting adults. It turns me on just knowing there;s hot sex to be had. Now all I have to do is track some down.

Waste not a minute,get the meatmobile on the road to nookie.:)

i would suggest the alesis qs6. it's got all those sounds george michael liked so much.

I must be as drunk as skunk,I don,t get that.Can you explain?

swine, stop having sex with your keyboard.

I find the sight of two men together to be very arousing.

been so long for me, when i see people getting it on, it all looks weird and alien. the next women kind enough to take me to bed, well, I'll have to tell her there's a lot of catching up I intend to do. . .(sly grin)

mutha fuckin cock suckin sunuva bitch

sunuva bitch likes to get his cock sucked by anyones mother,twisted bastard,he practically waves the flag up his pole.Who is he?Who does he hope to become?

i own your mom.

Don,t let her out of her cage!!!

Ha!

Bill is my friend, and he is soooooooo kewl

Does he do reacharounds?

What is a reacharound?

J, Do you really want to know?

Bill is SATAN!

Yes,I want to know what a reacharound is.

J, come-on now, use your imagination. Proper etiquette dictates that man #1 reach around and jackoff man #2 while fucking him in the ass. Failure to give a reacharound is a sign of poor breeding. -Miss Manners.

I love some of the new terms I've learnt in Sorabjiland. Reacharound and clusterfuck...damn, you don't get them reading Jane Austen (and most of what Semillama types though I don't understand most of it especially when sprinkled with the names of "balls-out" bands...actually he could well be the Jane Austen of our age, and they'll be making movies in Semillama speak in years to come).

hello bill

I had a dream about Clinton last night. It was short. He was on stage, maybe on Saturday Night Live or a show like that, and was on cocaine or something. He was standing toward the back and dancing in a clearly mind-altered state, and Secret Service men were trying to grab him and pull him off-stage. He kept dancing out of their reach, though. Believe it or not, it was kind of scary.

Bill Clinton dancing would scare me too! Seriously, though, I can see how that would be scary.

I'd still like to know why Monica Lewinsky didn't dry clean the spooged Navy Blue Blouse. Here's something to ponder: Who has the blouse now, and have THEY had it dry cleaned?