Strange Dreams While [Z?]
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(Pat O'Brien and Joe Pesci)
So, I was on the set of the "Joe Pesci Show," with the real Joe Pesci, who had Pat O' Brien (from "Entertainment Tonight") as his guest, and Pat was informing Joe about some actor who had recovered from terrible obesity as well as a debilitating disease/disorder to become this amazing actor, and Joe feigned interest.
Then, Pat says, "...and now, he has the virility of a twenty-year-old! Can you believe that?"
And Joe looks slightly confused, but agrees. This is when I step in.
For some reason, in the dream, I look like Joe Viterelli:
So, I come up to Joe Pesci, cupping my hand (without thinking) in the direction so that anyone lip-reading in the audience could easily see what I was saying, and whispered to Joe: "That means he could f@*# twenty girls ... and a horse."
Joe jumps up, screaming "WHAT?!?" And I give the "that's what he said/I don't know" shrug, and Joe's suddenly all interested in the guy Pat O'Brien was talking about.
Then, an alarm clock starts going off on the table beside Pat. He reaches over and turns it off.
--
When I wake up, and see that it's 6:22, I said ... "Thanks a LOT, Pat O'Brien."
[Go with the grace of a guy who can f@*# twenty girls ... and a horse.]
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(Pat O'Brien and Joe Pesci)
So, I was on the set of the "Joe Pesci Show," with the real Joe Pesci, who had Pat O' Brien (from "Entertainment Tonight") as his guest, and Pat was informing Joe about some actor who had recovered from terrible obesity as well as a debilitating disease/disorder to become this amazing actor, and Joe feigned interest.
Then, Pat says, "...and now, he has the virility of a twenty-year-old! Can you believe that?"
And Joe looks slightly confused, but agrees. This is when I step in.
For some reason, in the dream, I look like Joe Viterelli:
So, I come up to Joe Pesci, cupping my hand (without thinking) in the direction so that anyone lip-reading in the audience could easily see what I was saying, and whispered to Joe: "That means he could f@*# twenty girls ... and a horse."
Joe jumps up, screaming "WHAT?!?" And I give the "that's what he said/I don't know" shrug, and Joe's suddenly all interested in the guy Pat O'Brien was talking about.
Then, an alarm clock starts going off on the table beside Pat. He reaches over and turns it off.
--
When I wake up, and see that it's 6:22, I said ... "Thanks a LOT, Pat O'Brien."
[Go with the grace of a guy who can f@*# twenty girls ... and a horse.]