The Texas Fantasy:
I'm wearing a cowboy hat (and nothing else). I watch as gallons of crude oil spill all over a naked woman's fake breasts. Mack Brown is there, head-set and all, urging me to "go for the endzone". As I make love (to the girl, not Mack), I hear "The Stars at night are big and bright...deep in the heart of Texas!"
The Egg Salad Fantasy:
I'm sitting in a comfortable chair in front of a large, oval table made of oak. It's a bright room, and I'm smiling. Dave Chappell, Dave Letterman, and Will Ferrell are in the surrounding chairs. In the center of the table sits a platter of delicious egg salad sandwiches. We enjoy lunch together.
The Bitsy Can Talk Fantasy:
I'm at a party with a lot of babes, when all the sudden my dead dog Bitsy leaps into my arms. Only she's not dead, she's alive. And she can talk! She tells me how she liked when I chased her around the couch, how funny it was when she accidently put her face into my sister's mouth, etc. The babes don't talk to Bitsy though, because they are not worthy.
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