Never scared
I had a dream that I met Chris Rock. He was performing here in town and Karen and Andrew and I went to see him. We were walking around the venue where he was performing and we heard him inside his dressing room. He was yelling, “Hey, Karen, Andrew and Jake! Get in here!” So we were into his dressing room and he was ecstatic about meeting us. He gave us all big hugs, but then he accused me of “trying to act black.” But he was pretty good-natured about it, and we all had a good laugh.
I know it’s a day late, but Happy Mardi Gras, everyone!
Posted: February 21st, 2007 under FFSB, General.
Comments: 2
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Comment from Yum Yum
Time: 22 February 2007, 00:19
I told you to stop wearing that grille. Poseur.
Comment from lizz
Time: 22 February 2007, 07:27
i met (sort of) chris rock back in the day in nyc. i was walking down the street and saw him walking towards me. i stopped and he stopped. i cocked my head and stared at him, trying to figure out how i knew him. he gave me the “yes i’m chris rock. i am famous. that’s how you know me” nod. i interpreted it as “we went to hs/middleschool/college” together. then out loud i said, “oh you’re chris rock,” cupped my hands over my mouth and ran down the street, hiding by the french connection.
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