with the news that the head of the IMF is some kind of perverted french rapist, letterman's production company/harem 'worldwide pants' counted its blessings, it's like they had bought a $1 scratchie lottery ticket and won $2500... can u imagine the emotion
the news at leno's team was greeted with some small hilarity but nothing special - it never involved some ephemeral californian like katie perry so who cared?
with o'brien, it didn't involve schwarzeneggar so there was no chance of a girlie-man crush from o'brien
here's how the day looked from 'big reds' point of view from letterman......
11am, wake up, hungover, apartment smells like goat poop - when was he going to adopt
out all the goats?
1115am while drinking coffee, elderly senior citizen neighbour asked to wake up and
leave.......... 'why do i keep doing that?'
midday-4pm go to queens, hit the ball against the wall with a paddle bat with all
the winners there
5pm show up for 1 hour worldwide pants studio meeting for pre-recording the next
day
world through big reds eyes:
oh my god, it looks like a warzone, some hot blonde is coming towards me, 'hey was there another terrorist attack?' oh no she told me to go to hell creep......
inside the production meeting room all of the producers were letterman's ex-girlfriends..... be sure to say hello to anwar-falafi big red tells himself (his secret name for letterman coz he was like a moslem with so many wives)..... all of dave's writers, 'the spooks' big red called them, they were the ones that kept the wheels turning......
'ok, i'm thinking something french, bagel, baguette, there must be some french twist,' said one genius
'snail, hors-d-oeuvres,' said another
'i want something strong,' says letterman, 'both for my intro and for the top 10 - be sure to include the gravity and importance of the IMF'
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