"So, my wife, Shelly, gets up yesterday morning and tell's me she had this really hot dream. I mean, she's blushing it was so hot. So I ask her to tell me about it, and she quickly changes the subject and is out of bed like a shot and into the shower. I follow her in there and try to get it out of her, but she won't. She says it's too embarassing. Whatever. I decide to let it go.
So today we have lunch with an old friend of hers. We start to talk about projects we're working on, and I start to talk about Complete Works and your name comes up. As soon as I mention you, Shelly turns to her friend and says 'Oh, that Joey is so cute. I had this great dream about him the other night.' And I said, 'wait, is this that dream? The dream?'
She quickly says yeah, and goes on like it's not important at all. Like it's annoying that I even asked."
True story.
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