Have you ever had one of those dreams where, although you were in the throes of some wonderful and/or disturbing brain activity, you knew you were, in fact, sleeping? Well that's how I feel when I look at this picture. On one hand I know I'm sitting in front of my computer screen, fingers flitting about my keyboard and my dog rubbing her ass on the carpet. She's funny like that. On the other hand I feel like Ru Paul has invaded my head and is fully intent on raping the fuck out of my synapses in an effort to deposit his (her?) tortured seed into my ever-wavering psyche.
Then my dog does her best jet-ski impression across the floor and I'm snapped back into reality.
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