CaB meet in our dreams

[Noonling]

Hey, can we meet up in a fictional version of Dulwich where people can fly and spooky paw prints the size of a car keep appearing on the green at night?

I would request that no one bring more than one type of genital to the dream.

[Replies From View]

Everyone has to be severely immobilised by settee-sized arses, please.

We should be standing around in a horrible flower garden type place, rooted to the spot by our ginormous arses, no closer to one another than bellowing distance.

And please let there be bees coming in.

[BlodwynPig]

Interesting discussion trails off into chat about a singular piece of cheese.

[seepage]

Hey, can we meet up in a fictional version of Dulwich where people can fly and spooky paw prints the size of a car keep appearing on the green at night?

did you mean Dunwich?

[poo]

ok suck me off in a plane crash then

[rasta-spouse]

Yes, this sounds good. I'd like to come as one of the snake people from the X-Com game. And I'll be holding a little empty jam jar, untwist and open the lid and the sound of children's laughter and clapping comes out of it!

[Replies From View]

I'd like to please have my cock whisking all around me like an oversized strimmer, turning you all into like when mice have been chewing polythene bags.

[Lord Mandrake]

I will arrive, in the form of urine mist.