Frat made it halfway up the stairs, and then threw cat after cat up to the next floor. He only saved about 6 of them before the dinosaurs tore off his arms.

5 orbs!

This doesn't seem odd to me at all.
Then again, I've been on GAB for 7yrs and my mind is warped beyond reason...or raptors for that matter.

<action>Squeals with delight.</action>"The dream machine works... IT WORKS !!!!"

That's the best Frost-ing story I've heard in a while.

Then the raptors came.

Story of my life.

You are a kid adopting, vagina showing, meat pie making, mentos and coke splooging, dreaming "GODDESS"!




can i live with you?

<action> senses a clever cover-up...</action> So, we're supposed to believe that the brown stuff on those sheets is chocolate???

can i live with you?

No.

Can I???

So, we're supposed to believe that the brown stuff on those sheets is chocolate???

Buttsecks backfire?

Uh, Spicey, the dear person wasn't asking to live with you, they were asking to live with your wife, which is an entirely different matter.






I'd be glad to live with you. And whip up a meatloaf cake at least every other week.

What about the chocolate? Where/when does that come into play?

That's the best Frost-ing story I've heard in a while.

You need to try story time at the library.

What about the chocolate? Where/when does that come into play?

She is implying that she ate chocolate before going to bed, which caused her crazy dream.


You need to try story time at the library.

You need to try cyanide.

Under-

The fact that I was not in your dream is a sign of goodwill.

Raptors? I hate raptors. They make me crazy.

Crazy? I was crazy once. Then they locked me up and threw away the keys. And then the raptors came.

Raptors? I hate raptors. They make me crazy.

Cray? I was crazy once. Then they locked me up and threw away the keys. And then the raptors came.

Raptors? I hate raptors. They make me crazy.

Crazy? I was crazy once. Then they locked me up and threw away the keys. And then the raptors came.

Raptors? I hate raptors. They make me crazy.

Crazy? I was crazy once. Then they locked me up and threw away the keys. And then the raptors came.

Raptors? I hate raptors. They make me...
Don't tell me you're still actually reading this.

The fact that I was not in your dream is a sign of goodwill.

Hey, you were in it. She said they figured out how to pull all threads that contain "Pram, poop and toilet".

Look out where the huskies fed,
Don't eat chocolate before bed.

She said they figured out how to pull all threads that contain "Pram, poop and toilet".

In this case, "pull all threads that contain" also means goodwill?



Heh... pull...

d be glad to live with you. And whip up a meatloaf cake at least every other week.

No.

Can I live with you? I'll cook and clean and I promise not to get in the way. I just want to love on the kitteh.

She's just saying that because Spicy is reading this. You know if he wasn't there she would have a house full of Gabbers, cooking, cleaning and waiting on her hand and vagina foot.

She has kids for that.




Not the vagina part. Ick.

OMG: This so needs to be made into a movie.

I'll cook and clean and I promise not to get in the way

I just e-mailed you directions to my house.

OMG: This so needs to be made into a movie.

This thread or her dream?

Oh em gee... I am so moving in with Shelle.

You need to try story time at the library.

I'm fairly certain that Miss Ptarmigan ain't gonna have any stories involving Frost-ing, onion slivers and raptors.

<action>tries to pry Cinderlblock away like a wife who has her heart set on a pair of earrings while on vacation</action>

Can I live with you? I'll cook and clean and I promise not to get in the way. I just want to love on the kitteh.

I'll buy you a kitten when we get home. A real dangly one.

he spent a good 10 minutes ranting about how people don't care for their belongings.


That sounds about right. Did I get eaten by the raptors?

My dream from a coupla nights ago was waaay more disturbing.

I dreamt I was in a room full of people and stood at the front was a guy who was a cross between Lenny Kravitz and Michael Jackson. And we all had to give him a hand job each. I just recall frantically wanking him off and then I woke up THANK THE SWEET BABY JESUS.

I'm bumping this because I dreamed part two last night.

I was creeping through the house, looking at all the carnage, when a guy walked in. He was making a movie, only there were cameras following him around - filming him as he filmed everything.

He told me he was super-rich and that his name was Bob Johnson, but that I could call him BobbyJ. The crew was there because he was being filmed for a documentary, and he was there because he was interested in raptors.

He invited me out to dinner, and I went. A lot of his friends were there, but most of them were losers and would get mad at him just so he would try to win back their favor by buying them something. For some reason my dad was also there, and he was showing everyone how to make soup.

At some point, some of the raptor parts were wheeled out on a cart and put into the soup. I didn't eat any, but I did get a take-home box for Al. In the dream, I didn't know who Al was, only that it was important that they spell his name right on the packaging. I told them several times A-L, that spells Al.

The dream ended with me and BobbyJ out in my backyard. He was pushing me on a tire swing and singing "Umbrella" by Rihanna. He was wearing the same black outfit as she does - including the stilettos - at around 2 minutes into the video. It was not raining though, nor did he actually have an umbrella. I did not find this odd.

How come I wasn't in the dream?

You better eat some more chocolate tonight so you can write about ME.

Hey Undies, didn't you have a dream once that I was preggo with Spicey's baby?

Geez. I dreamed this AGAIN last night. Only difference, the escaped raptor was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

Clever girl...masquerading as BobbyJ

I don't want to start yet another "Gab dream" thread, so I shall post this here. Thanks Undies.

I had a weird one last night. I was having a drinking contest with Al and whooped his ass. He got mad and started chasing me with the Cryptkeepers car (I didn't even know he had a car). I got away by stealing a horse out of his barn. I think the dreams are some kind of subliminal Gab thing John invented in his quest to take over the world.

I think raptors are attracted to onion slivers.

Not really, unless Frat has some sort of bloomin' ass problem he hasn't let on about.