Let's just say that right now I am going through a Rock phase as in Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson as in the man of my dreams...literally...every freaking night and there is nothing I can do in my actual life to alleviate any residual symptoms which sort of sucks for Paul right now because he'd be getting lucky every night.
Of course 2 nights ago I dreamt that I was at someone's house (John Cena's?) eating burritos with The Rock and my cousin Katie. So bizarre.
But last night...well, I'll leave that up to your imagination. And if someone wants to get me a lifesize cardboard cutout of The Rock I would not object in any way. Just message me for my address. Thanks!
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