Dream Match.

[Smooth Sexual Chocolate]

Had a wild dream, was ringside at some random WWE event watching a New Day tag match, out of nowhere a superstar who appears to be Hurricane Helms, with a Deadmau5 style ask on zip lines down from the top of the stadium and crash lands through the Spanish announce table. After the dust settles the Spanish announce table is a DJ booth and and mystery super star removes his mask and crowd pops like crazy for Hurricane fuckin' Hodor, who drops an insane electronic set. The match stops, New Day dances, and everyone goes home happy.

Haven't been that entertained by the WWE product in quite some time.

And no; I don't want to hear about your fucking dreams. Good day.

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

No, you didn't.

 

[Smooth Sexual Chocolate]

If I wanted to lie about a dream on the internet it would go more along the lines of me wearing a vaseline banana hammock to keep my cock nice and soft your sweet tight asshole SNS.

 

[Coco]

 

[Pay Per Ghost]

I'd take it.

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

You wouldn't have to lie about that dream though. I am sure plenty of people have dreams just like or similar to that one.