Last week I had a dream that I was going to Blowjob School. Seriously. It was Blowjob School. I took a course on how to give the best blowjob in the world. You would think this would be amazing. Well, at least Mr. Foxy would. But, before I could put any of my new-found knowledge to practice, the zombies came, and the world came to an end.
Poor Mr. Foxy. Even in my dreams he can’t get a decent blowjob.
(Before any of you try to analyze this dream in too much detail, I had just finished my Blowjob Questionnaire and the latest episode of The Walking Dead.)