Sunday, June 04, 2006
More Celebrity Sex Dreams.
First Tina Turner, now Ricky Gervais.
Not sure what's up with my nocturnal subconscious, but things are getting out of control.
Last night's outing starred Ricky Gervais - David Brent from BBC's The Office - trying to con Molliwogg and myself into a threesome.
Just to make it a bit more Freudian, the whole scene went down in my mom's old house in Anchorage.
It started out pleasantly enough - we were having a great conversation with Ricky in the living room, when he starts dropping hints that he would like to take the lead in a three-way dance. Now I've found stranger things in my bed than British comedians, and I'm a huge fan of The Office (again, the BBC version, not the pitiful NBC clone), but getting down and dirty with David Brent just isn't in the cards - dreaming or not.
After trying to politely change the subject several times, I finally have to tell him straight out that sex is out the question. He didn't take the news well. Gervais totally flipped out and went on a rant about how the only reason he showed up was to have a threesome. Homeboy worked himself into such a tizzy that I thought I was going to have to take him out. Then he stormed out of the house.
You'd think the dream would return to some semblance of normality at this point, but you'd be wrong. No sooner had our horny Englishman left the house than I hear the tell-tale sounds of a beltsander firing up (as if I know what a beltsander sounds like, but that's beside the point). I rushed outside to find my garage door open and Gervais stalking towards my car, beltsander in hand.
Luckily, the sander was plugged into the interior of the garage and I was able to fend him off by closing the garage door and rushing over to unplug the sander.
I woke up shortly after that.
Welcome to my world.
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