Last night I had a dream with Gisele Bundchen. Heres what happened:
It was 12 years into the future and my hot ass wife and I were divorced and we were at my daughters Sweet 16 party. My hot ass wife walked in with a date and I got all jealous and shit. All of the people at my table felt the need to point it out to me and I kept telling them that my date was on the way. So I started texting all of the woman in my Black Berry asking them if they wanted to come to my daughters party. They all kept texting back with some bullshit ass excuse as to why they couldnt come.
I saw the name “Gisele” on my contacts and texted her, “Hey wanna come to a party?” she replied with, “Yeah, give me 15 minutes.”
So I started telling everyone that my date was only 15 minutes away. Man-o-man was I excited! So Im bragging to everyone in the dream that my date was Gisele the Victoria Secret model. She finally arrives and I stood up to walk over to her and in slow motion who walks into the party right behind her? Tom Fucking Brady! I got the shit joked out of me at that party!
The dream nightmare ended with Brady giving me a ride to buy a cooked ham and a loaf of bread from a bakery in Jersey City. SMH.
