I hate it when...
I dream about a white pony chasing me and biting my balls while I ineffectually thrash around trying to get away. The pain is intense and the terror scrotum atrophying. It must have happened a few times before because the pain and the horse chomping down started with a kind of 'been here before' ennui...

When I told the people I was camping with of my dream the previous night they seemed to focus entirely on the possible sexual connotations, little realising what massive tribulation it really was...
(satellite blows, Wed 7 May 2008, 6:22, Reply)