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Shared an elevator with her...


I was in the NBC building in NYC on my way down to the lobby, alone in an elevator when I let one rip. It was eye watering and hung heavy in the air.
For some reason I thought I'd be alone for the entire ride down when it suddenly slowed to a stop. I don't remember what floor I was at, but I knew it wasn't the lobby, and then Ellen walked in next to me. Mortified, I made eye contact and quickly looked away. She is more beautiful in person than in the movies. I just put my head down for the rest of the ride down. She said nothing until the doors opened in the lobby. Under her breath I swear she said "thank God" as she stepped off. My brush with greatness.

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Lucky. This was recently?

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No, actually quite a while ago, I think she was doing a Letterman appearance for Sea of Love or something. If it had happened now, I would have asked her if she could tell what I had for lunch...Just sort of got embarrassed at the time, I was only like 22 then. Now, I'm older and take more pride in such achievments.

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LOL

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My friend Bill was yelled at for farting by Kaity Tong at a Mets game. She was a pretty popular newscaster in NY a while back. I think she might still be on the air.
We got field box seats from someone and unfortunately Ms. Tong happened to draw the short straw sitting next to us. We were drinking and eating crap all night before and all the way into Shea. First, Strawberry homered, I think...anyway everyone stood up to see if the ball would carry out except for an older couple in front of us. The woman had this bee hive like hairdo with a full can of hair spray lacquered on. Bill's sausage dog slipped out of the bun and landed right in the eye of the storm on her head. She didn't even flinch...apparantly she didn't even feel the slippery weanie in her hair.
The crowd was going nuts cheering Strawberry muting the painful hysterics we were thrown into. Kaity was glaring at us, she looked like an angry Viet-Kong in a business suit. It was at that moment that I realized that Bill had *beep* himself. It was hot out, we were drunk and sweaty and now Bill was treating everyone nearby to the heavy sulfuric stench of last nights abuse.
Kaity waved a little yellow hand in front of her face and then pointed at Bill..."Ew, you farted...". That was it, we could take no more and excused ourselves to another section (after a lengthy stop at the men's room so Bill could clean up).

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Couldn't make that up. Why the hell would anyone make up a story about Kaity Tong anyway? There was more too it, but I forget the details. Mustard in the lady's hair and stuff. When I get a little time I'll outline my pants crapping incident at the Judas Priest show last June, and why I was in the ladies room when it happened.

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