I'm glad no one except me reads this blog, because the last dream I remember having was disgusting and non-sensical.
I was having sex with my boyfriend and noticed some mole-like bumps on his --ahem--private area. I was like, "Wait, baby stop, what are those?"
All of a sudden my Grandma walks into the room and flips her hand. "Those are normal, Lissa," she tells me.
I look at them closer and decide they are a normal part of the male dermatitis.
My Grandma leaves the room and my boyfriend and I continue our romp.
Hmmm. Gross.
