Pretty soon, though, I had
Pretty soon, though, I had to get up and get ready to go to the TV studio.
I have a friend who's a TV producer. Back when I found out I was going to be doing a taping in the building where she works, I hatched a little plan.
She always shows up at the Marquee when I'm working and tries to make out with me. So I said, "Just you wait. Next Monday I'm going to show up at your work and make out with you."
"Yeah, right," she said. "You wouldn't even get past the front door security."
I just smiled an evil little smile.
And during a break from taping on Monday afternoon, I found my way into her office. My original plan was to have a camera person follow me in. I would storm the office and bound over her desk, and we would make out on national television, much to her surprise. Then I started to take the plan even further. I would bound over her desk and stick my head up her skirt, taking a microphone with me for some cunnilingus colour commentary--a Canadian television first. "Hey, it's dark under here!"
As it turned out, there was no documentation of the event, but it was still worth it to see the look on her face when I strolled into her workspace.
If you want to be famous, it seems like a good idea to make out with a TV producer. "Oh, is this your cubicle?"