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Where you at Pat?
So I really do want to get my picture taken with Pat. So I can stop living a photoshopped lie (see photo.) I really wanna get some of Pat's shakes and have him autograph them for me. Or maybe we could grab a quick workout with him. Not that I could keep up with him. I can't leg press 20 pounds, let alone 2,000.
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Hi y'all! I'm in Virginia Beach. (As you could already tell from my accent, right?)
I'm pretty relieved I made it because I went on one of those La Bamba planes for like 7 people. That movie really made me sad when I was little. It was a big deal when my parents finally let me watch it. And as soon as I did, I realized they were just trying to protect me.
But I digress. I'm here to perform at a woman's 50th birthday party! For real. She once saw me do stand up and really liked my bar/ bat mitzvah material (I participated in BM culture as an attendant. I wasn't actually bat mtizvahed, so technically, I'm not really a woman. Nu!) And the rest, as they say, is history.
Anyway, I was so psyched to be coming to Pat Robertson's home. And the first thing I saw when I landed was... Pat Robertson! For real! Well, not in the flesh, more like a huge photo of him that welcomes you to the Norfolk airport. I really hope I see Pat in person. I'd love to get my photo taken with him. And I think it's possible. He got his photo with Al Sharpton for that We Can Solve it Campaign. So, Katie Halper isn't too much of a stretch. (forgive the 3rd person thing.)
