Paul F Tompkins Appears in Dream of West Chester Blogger. Carvel.
*cue wavey dream lines*
(I walk into my parents house and Paul F Tompkins is in a wheelchair)
Me: Hey Paul what are you doing here?
Paul: Hey Jim. How are you? I'm just here for your family's pool party.
Me: Well why aren't you out at the pool?
Paul: I didn't want to ask anyone to help me outside. You know..with the wheelchair and all. It's OK though. I can hear them from here.
Me: Oh OK. Hey do you want to split the rest of this Fudgie the Whale cake with me?
Paul: Sure! And that's funny you bring up Fudgie the Whale because I was just reading an article recently about how Carvel almost went out of business.
Me: Really? Why?
Paul: I'm not sure. The article didn't say.
This is when I just kind of froze. Because I was thinking "You read an 'article' about them potentially going out of business and they didn't say why? Seems like you probably just read a blurb on Yahoo but you're trying to convince people that you read an entire article."
I found it kind of sad in a way.
Me: Hmmm. Well Paul, I'm on my way to Delaware to pick up some crawfish but have fun.
Paul: OK. Bye.
*And yes. As I mentioned before on this blog I know PFT in real life from when I did stand up back in "the day." (Note quotes around the words "the" and "day.")
8 comments:
...and I didn't want to drag the post out but in the dream when I gave Paul a slice of Fudgie the Whale I pretended to give him an equal size slice but really gave him a small slice and left a huge slice for me. Because I was hungry as hell.
And I love Carvel.
As far as I know it had nothing to do with him being in a wheelchair.
I think you need to review what you drink before retiring at night ;-)
Furtheron - That's my night. Every night. Strange dreams.
I love Paul's stuff! Nonetheless, my dreams never star him. I'm a loser like that. Great blog by the way!
I remember the commercials, but I never tasted Carvel. We could see all kinds of commercials of stuff we couldn't get, because we got like, Boston channels or something in Vermont. When I moved to Houston, I thought it was amazing that you could actually buy the stuff you saw in magazines or on TV. I had thought of ads as something more like inspiring you for ideas for stuff you might buy if you found something sort of similar.
In any case, that is a sad dream.
Hey, I'm friends with his brother, Mark! Who is much funnier, because he's a big burly gay guy who embraces showtunes.
Look at TQ reading this far back on my blog.
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