I Don’t Deserve This

The other night I had a dream, well, more like a nightmare. It was all of the guys I used to sleep with and they were roasting me. Yes, like Dean Martin-Comedy Central style roast.

I’m still trying to figure out what the worst part of this was. Was it that I had to see these ghouls that I have not seen, let alone thought about in ages? Was it that all of their jokes were hack? Was it realizing that I really do deserve dick reparations?

I hate the subconscious mind! Where is Sigmund Freud when I need him?

Seriously, the jokes were so bad!

The grossest part is when the person was finished roasting me they would give me a hug and kiss on the cheek before returning to their seat on the dais.


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