Have you ever had one of those dreams where you wake up feeling kinda strange? Like everyone knows what you dreamt about and they think you're a disgusting sex-crazed idiot. I had one of those dreams last night. I'm sure it's my own fault. I have a bad habit of watching the TV while I'm asleep. The 'Fresh Prince of Bel-air' must have been on and snuck in to my subliminal mind because I was dreaming about Will Smith.
And it was a SEX dream.
Only, it wasn't a good sex dream. It wasn't a Will Smith 'I am Legend' all buff muscles hot and sweaty sex dream. No, not even close to that. He had that haircut....that dork-ass tall and flat on top DJ Jazzy Jeff haircut. But he was naked. And he wanted me to...well, you know...have a nibble of his male chicken.
So, I'm not a prude...and this IS Will Smith I'm dreaming about, right?
OK, so here's the kicker. Will had some sort of weird fetish. I guess it was a fetish? I don't know what else to call it. For some reason...a reason that I have not been able to rationalize...Will Smith wanted me to get giggy wit it while he was standing in the bowl of a toilet.
What? The? Fuck?