Short by Ryan Wetter April 17, 2009 3 Comments
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Back to The Fun House

Last night, I made a trip to Christopher Llyod’s Fun House in upstate New York.  When you get there, the ride starts off at the front door and ends in his bedroom.  Once in the bedroom, Christopher Llyod molested me and everyone I came with.  Telling people about this dream is not getting the sympathetic reaction I hoped for.

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Sean Rigney

Apr 19 at 06:42 AM

You dreamed about this because of the scene from “Things to do in denver when your dead” where Jimmy the Saint goes to offer Llyod’s character (name escapes me right now) a plane ticket outta town.  Remeber Lloyd had that wierd carnival job where he was working on movie reels in the back of some tent….

...btw. Gabrielle Anwar is the hottest girl ever in that movie.

 
Rose

Dec 03 at 12:21 AM

Telling people about this dream is not getting the sympathetic reaction I hoped for. strobe light

 
goodwe

Feb 13 at 05:09 AM

When you get there, the ride starts off at the front door and ends in his bedroom.  Once in the bedroom, Christopher Llyod molested me and everyone I came with.  Telling people about this dream is not getting the sympathetic reaction I hoped for.
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