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I dreamt last night that my whole family went to Paris. We were going to show the exchange student the view from some tall building, so we got in the elevator to go up as high as we could. Just as the elevator was about to leave, Billy Bob Thornton and his entourage got on to go to the penthouse. There was some kind of elaborate locking mechanism for getting to the penthouse, so they started engaging that, then Billy Bob wandered off the elevator. We waited for, like, fifteen minutes, then I got off the elevator and found Billy Bob shopping for dog food. I yelled at one of his many assistants (who I think was George Bluth's "surrogate" on Arrested Development) and he yelled back at me to tak another elevator (I don't know why this hadn't occurred to us, but maybe it was the only one). Then he was like "Do you even know what you're doing and who this is?" as though shopping for Billy Bob Thornton's dog food was worth holding the elevator for fifteen minutes. Thanks a lot, Billy Bob Thornton!

srah - Thursday, 28 September 2006 - 6:55 AM
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gravatar Gary LaPointe - September 30, 2006 - 4:33 PM -

Dang! The same thing happened to me once!!!

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