I dreamt last night that my family and I bought a multi-million dollar townhouse on Manhattan's Upper East Side. It had a fantastic view of the skyline and I think I saw Jerry Seinfeld walking down on the street with an ice cream cone. I tried getting a picture of him with my camera on the patio, but I fumbled it and it went over the edge, striking him on the head and killing him instantly.
I remember watching the ice cream cone slowly melt on the sidewalk as we waited for the police to arrive.
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and George Jefferson was there picking through Seinfeld's pockets.....and Larry David making excuses for how you weren't responsible for killing him and his agent's wife screaming the F word at you and Larry.................
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