“She gave me her phone number,” O’Donnell recalls.
“We talked on the phone two or three times, but that was that . . .There was a tentative plan to have dinner that never came through.” she said.
“I was a little afraid of her. She’s scary in a sexual kind of way. I have dreams about her a lot still.”
If I ever had to choose between listening to my parents talk about their sex life or having Rosie O’Donnell describe her wet dreams, I guarantee you I’d choose whichever one lets me shove a lawnmower in my ear canal then slowly bleed to death in the front yard. (Sorry, the holidays are coming up and I wanted to make sure that was out there.)