Poof

We can be roommates

Im getting a filling soon too!

I wish i could like that post twice lol!

WATT is an interesting stock. If you think true *safe* wireless charging is possible, buy it. If you think it's fundamentally dangerous to send focused RF waves across the room, you could short it at the right time.

So itll be a low rider?

Theres a lot of those guys in ny. Oldschool machismo manhattanite executives. Its like a style. Theyre all emulating each other. Or that roy cohn guy idk. My ex was smarter and better looking than trump imo. I cant / wont tell u who but it certainly wasnt trump.

It's not that crazy. I dated an exec of a forbes 500 company in nyc for alil over a year. I've brought up how similar he was in personality to trump before. He was like trump-lite. It made the whole election weird. I know it contributes to these dreams.

Lots of my nightmares are erotic. Most of my dreams are sex or nightmares. Sometimes theres crossover.

The russian woman did it. She was in there with him while he was still alive bc I heard him dying in there. I thought they were fucking.

don't worry about it

Told u

Once again we gave the secret service the slip. I remember much more from the dream this time. This time I was clearly his romantic interest. We were hanging out in a suite at a cheap hotel with a russian model chick. I was me in the dream so I didn't care that he brought her to fuck around with since I'm rather easygoing. She was going to sleep in the living room of the suite on the couch which folded out though. Same party things went down as last time. He drank and reluctantly smoked weed with us. Nothing really too eventful happened at that time. But then later, it was like 2am. He was in bed with me. He was down to his underwear and t shirt about to fall asleep. Russian girl was set up in the other room. The night was over. I got up to go shower before I'd fall asleep without taking one and told him so. The bathroom door was off the living room so I had to leave the bedroom and walk by the Russian girly who was asleep already. I showered up, wrapped my hair in a towel, and opened the bathroom door, and the couch was put back. The living room was empty. I heard a groan from the other room. Figured they were fucking, but not a minute or two after the groan did Russian lady walk out of the bedroom fully dressed with her heels on. She walked quickly to the door to outside, opened it, stopped, turned to me, and said, "Goodbye little girl." Then left. I opened the door to the bedroom and he was hanging from the ceiling fan, fully dressed in his suit, all blue and gray. Some of his things were taken out of his suitcase and spread over the dresser as well. Papers and stationary pads. Some leather bound folders trimmed in gold. I'd never seen them before. I took a look. It was so interesting I couldn't stop looking. All the stationary pads were completely filled out with handwritten notes. The folders had documents with certain parts underlined, circled, with arrows pointing one thing to another, and things scrawled in the margins. I noticed the dates on everything. All this stuff was from the last week. Handwritten junk filling out like half a dozen thick legal pads. I realized this meant he actually was paying very close attention and thinking very hard about the things he chose to do. I'm not trying to say that that's what I think Trump is like irl. This was a dream, OK? Idk why he was genius-trump in my dream. Maybe an excuse for my psyche as to why I would choose to hang out with him in the first place in this scenario, IDK, OK people? But anyway he was all blue and smurfy and dead. I grabbed up all the documents and put them in my suitcase, found the closest bus stop, left, and started walking. The dream ended w/me walking and trying to think how to not get all this pinned on me since that was probably the backup plan for russian assassin girl if nobody believed suicide.

Once again we gave the secret service the slip. I remember much more from the dream this time. This time I was clearly his romantic interest. We were hanging out in a suite at a cheap hotel with a russian model chick. I was me in the dream so I didn't care that he brought her to fuck around with since I'm rather easygoing. She was going to sleep in the living room of the suite on the couch which folded out though. Same party things went down as last time. He drank and reluctantly smoked weed with us. Nothing really too eventful happened at that time. But then later, it was like 2am. He was in bed with me. He was down to his underwear and t shirt about to fall asleep. Russian girl was set up in the other room. The night was over. I got up to go shower before I'd fall asleep without taking one and told him so. The bathroom door was off the living room so I had to leave the bedroom and walk by the Russian girly who was asleep already. I showered up, wrapped my hair in a towel, and opened the bathroom door, and the couch was put back. The living room was empty. I heard a groan from the other room. Figured they were fucking, but not a minute or two after the groan did Russian lady walk out of the bedroom fully dressed with her heels on. She walked quickly to the door to outside, opened it, stopped, turned to me, and said, "Goodbye little girl." Then left. I opened the door to the bedroom and he was hanging from the ceiling fan, fully dressed in his suit, all blue and gray. Some of his things were taken out of his suitcase and spread over the dresser as well. Papers and stationary pads. Some leather bound folders trimmed in gold. I'd never seen them before. I took a look. It was so interesting I couldn't stop looking. All the stationary pads were completely filled out with handwritten notes. The folders had documents with certain parts underlined, circled, with arrows pointing one thing to another, and things scrawled in the margins. I noticed the dates on everything. All this stuff was from the last week. Handwritten junk filling out like half a dozen thick legal pads. I realized this meant he actually was paying very close attention and thinking very hard about the things he chose to do. I'm not trying to say that that's what I think Trump is like irl. This was a dream, OK? Idk why he was genius-trump in my dream. Maybe an excuse for my psyche as to why I would choose to hang out with him in the first place in this scenario, IDK, OK people? But anyway he was all blue and smurfy and dead. I grabbed up all the documents and put them in my suitcase, found the closest bus stop, left, and started walking. The dream ended w/me walking and trying to think how to not get all this pinned on me since that was probably the backup plan for russian assassin girl if nobody believed suicide.

i was fighting dentist office ladies all day

sorry to rain on the pile up but I did notice vipes was gone. I just didnt know of a ban.

it would be. it would be.. but alas

erection pills

i saw tool on lsd once. my golly gee wiz

depends. most girls are gonna charge their rate no matter what you want them to do

It's not gonna die. At least not from exposure.

Oh hes fine

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Hes probably fine. It's an animal. How cold is it?

Theres snow everywhere