I had a weird dream last night about having sex with 50 Cent in the room that Tiffany was meant to be staying in when she got here, because apparantly, when she got here from Ft McMoney, she was going to stay in my parents' room, and that was exactly where I was having sex with 50 Cent. Then we aired out the room and stopped having sex at midnight because we only had an hour to wash the sheets. Unfortunately, it was neither exciting nor satisfying, only really frustrating in the dream. Sorry Tiffany, for having sex in your room!
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Tuesday, Dec. 27, 2005 ~ 10:04 a.m.
