I’m pretty sure I had a nasty sex dream about Ashton Kutcher. I don’t even like Kutcher when I’m awake. There’s no reason that my subconcious should have been crying out for him. And from what I’ve just remembered it was dirty, nasty sex in front of a lot of skatepunks I knew back when I was in college. Gross. It was the kind of sex where you don’t take off your clothes and just push aside the bits that are in the way.

After were were done, I got up and straightened my clothes and Sister #2 said, “Yeah, you totally just caught something there.”

Between this and the Uncle Joey dream, I’m really starting to gross myself out.