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I’ve just come back from work. As I open the door, I notice that there are at least a dozen Dolce and Gabana perfumes in the hallway. I find this quite strange. Obviously I have guests over, but I never expected them.
I go upstairs, and I see pretty much the entire PSL God roster that gets worshipped on here and a few others. They all give me high fives, shake my hand, talk with me and make me feel quite special. Though when I try to get into my bedroom, Jeremy Meeks tells me that he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I laugh it off and just go through anyway, as I would like to change from my work clothes.
I go into my bedroom and I see Delon in nothing but a towel with a video recorder in his hand. He’s recording Atesh Salih having sex with my girlfriend (missionary). Salih is in nothing but a Ballman Paris shirt, which I found quite strange, and he’s thrusting in and out very quickly.
In my dream, I put my hand on Salih’s shoulder from behind and tell him, “mate, I think that’s enough”.
He responds with “My friend, is ok, no?”
I tell him that it’s definitely not OK.
At this point my girlfriend Emily doesn’t even acknowledge my existence.Trevor Signorino comes in and gets me into a full nelson and drags me out of the room. I have been manhandled, ridiculed and disrespected in my own property, by people that I once looked up to.
I’m sitting at the bottom of my stairs, quite bemused. The doorbell rings. I open the door, it’s David Gandy. Finally, a man of such respect, regard and authority would restore order in my own household. I approach him, congratulate him on the successful years and then go on to explain what has been happening upstairs. He has a trademark smirk on his face and tells me he will take care of it. He practically bypasses the orderly queue formed outside of my bedroom and enters as Salih and Delon walk out.
Then the next 30 minutes are just followed by loud thumps and squeaking which clearly shows that he was just as bad of the rest of them.
At this point, I woke up because of my alarm. But as I was in the shower I was like what the fuck did I just dream about.
I go upstairs, and I see pretty much the entire PSL God roster that gets worshipped on here and a few others. They all give me high fives, shake my hand, talk with me and make me feel quite special. Though when I try to get into my bedroom, Jeremy Meeks tells me that he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I laugh it off and just go through anyway, as I would like to change from my work clothes.
I go into my bedroom and I see Delon in nothing but a towel with a video recorder in his hand. He’s recording Atesh Salih having sex with my girlfriend (missionary). Salih is in nothing but a Ballman Paris shirt, which I found quite strange, and he’s thrusting in and out very quickly.
In my dream, I put my hand on Salih’s shoulder from behind and tell him, “mate, I think that’s enough”.
He responds with “My friend, is ok, no?”
I tell him that it’s definitely not OK.
At this point my girlfriend Emily doesn’t even acknowledge my existence.Trevor Signorino comes in and gets me into a full nelson and drags me out of the room. I have been manhandled, ridiculed and disrespected in my own property, by people that I once looked up to.
I’m sitting at the bottom of my stairs, quite bemused. The doorbell rings. I open the door, it’s David Gandy. Finally, a man of such respect, regard and authority would restore order in my own household. I approach him, congratulate him on the successful years and then go on to explain what has been happening upstairs. He has a trademark smirk on his face and tells me he will take care of it. He practically bypasses the orderly queue formed outside of my bedroom and enters as Salih and Delon walk out.
Then the next 30 minutes are just followed by loud thumps and squeaking which clearly shows that he was just as bad of the rest of them.
At this point, I woke up because of my alarm. But as I was in the shower I was like what the fuck did I just dream about.
