For some reason I had a party that Uncle Joey from Full House attended. He proceeded to get really very drunk and decided to masturbate in my bathtub. He had the biggest penis I ever saw. It was like an animal’s member. I was angry and told him to stop jerking off and get the hell out of my bathtub. But that Uncle Joey, he wouldn’t listen and instead got jizz all over my bathroom ceiling. He then proceeded to pass out, naked, in my bed with some other party goer.
Since I didn’t know what to do with my Uncle Joey rage, I updated my iPod only to discover that Uncle Joey had replaced all my music with his shitty Alanis Morisette and Poison songs.
The end.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the dream vision of Uncle Joey’s giant penis out of my head.
for the love of god, stop watching “Full House” re-runs.
The irony is that I never, ever watch Full House reruns. Now if I had the dream about Jack from Dawson’s Creek, that’d make perfect sense.
I was thinking about posting on my blog about how I hate it when people talk about their dreams, and you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you? Because I thoroughly enjoyed reading about this dream.
I generally agree with the dream entries, which is why I always clearly mark them so people can skip them (I know I’d skip them). I just like to write them out so I have them all in a centralized location.
And now you can post about how you don’t want to read dream entries unless the dream involves a sitcom celebrity masturbating.
Which one was Uncle Joey? Stamos?
Fabulous. Disturbing, but fabulous.