Gods of the Arena

I woke up from a dream that I was having sex with Heather's older sister Naomi in the "carrying her while standing up - whatever it's called" position. In the dream, Naomi and I are trying to keep quiet so that Heather, next door, doesn't find out. End dream. My subconsciousness > your subconsciousness.

I finished my second box of Red Robin fries to go for lunch. I have to say that waiter Derek is generous with free refills of fries to go.

I watched Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief before rocking some Carlos Santana at guitar practice.

Finally, Jazz was working at Red Robin. I then walked to the corner where no one was looking and discreetly reached down my pants for the brief victory yoink.

Leah was working at Hot Topic as well. Double score in the database.

I watched the end of WWE Smackdown and it was finally time for the premiere of Spartacus: Gods of the Arena (a prequel mini series to Spartacus: Blood and Sand)! Borderline softcore porn, fight choreography, debauchery, oh my! And then I finally opened up this bottle of Baileys Irish Cream that Matt gave me 2 Christmases ago, mixed it with eggnog, drank some straight, fired up the porn, busted a #3 to Leah, and then busted a #3 to Jazz.