CapLock
10-14-2023, 07:03
So I'm waking up from a dream I had last night.
Clint Smith was a builder we had hired to remodel our house. For some reason at the end of the day he wasn't leaving. He was hanging out with me and the family and we were going to watch a movie. My 8 year old boy really liked him and was kind of being a pest to old Clint even after we told him several times not to be. We were all sitting on a couch and my son was on his lap. Clint had reading glasses on a nerd strap that my boy either broke or pulled loose. I watched as Clint took hold of his little foot and pushed a pointed piece of plastic under the nail of his pinky toe to the end of the nail. My son had about a half second delay before he just started bawling.
I jumped up and Clint was sitting but kind of leaned over onto his side as I'm trying to land right hands to the side of his face. Marsh mellow hands can't get a good solid hit. Change up to hammer fist. This is a little better but not by much. He starts to laugh in my father inlaws annoying distinctive laugh. After 3 or 4 hammer fists I change up to dropping elbows on this mother fuckers face. Finally doing some damage. Bone on bone good cracks. Only got to land a hand full of those and I woke up. Woke up still pissed off. I swear I never have good dreams.
Also have never met Clint Smith in my life. What a strange nightmare to have.
Clint Smith was a builder we had hired to remodel our house. For some reason at the end of the day he wasn't leaving. He was hanging out with me and the family and we were going to watch a movie. My 8 year old boy really liked him and was kind of being a pest to old Clint even after we told him several times not to be. We were all sitting on a couch and my son was on his lap. Clint had reading glasses on a nerd strap that my boy either broke or pulled loose. I watched as Clint took hold of his little foot and pushed a pointed piece of plastic under the nail of his pinky toe to the end of the nail. My son had about a half second delay before he just started bawling.
I jumped up and Clint was sitting but kind of leaned over onto his side as I'm trying to land right hands to the side of his face. Marsh mellow hands can't get a good solid hit. Change up to hammer fist. This is a little better but not by much. He starts to laugh in my father inlaws annoying distinctive laugh. After 3 or 4 hammer fists I change up to dropping elbows on this mother fuckers face. Finally doing some damage. Bone on bone good cracks. Only got to land a hand full of those and I woke up. Woke up still pissed off. I swear I never have good dreams.
Also have never met Clint Smith in my life. What a strange nightmare to have.