Last night I dreamt that I met and then promptly married Paul Rudd in Las Vegas.
This is a fantasy because:
1. He's Paul Rudd. Famous Hollywood actor. Husband. Father.
2. I never date actors.
The reasons for my no-actor policy are aplenty.
A. There aren't enough mirrors in the world for both us.
B. When said actor and I inevitably break-up, having to watch him on primetime television and then again and again in syndication, doesn't exactly promote the healing process. I'm speaking hypothetically, of course,
C. Actors are bonkers. I know because I am one.
But somehow in the REM state of Nevada, I overlooked his thesbian-ness. Please judge away, but can you blame me?
That chest, my Lord.
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