i was living in this commune-type place, and jimmy fallon had the attic apartment. i kept seeing him around but was too shy to talk to him. finally one day the ladder that connected his apartment with the ground floor, where i was staying, fell just as he was about to come down. i helped set it back up and we started talking. he invited me up to his place later for some chips and soda. i was very excited, because, you know, he's hot and everything. anyway he comes back after doing something in the fields and i go up to his apartment with him. the roof is all windows and he has hardly any furniture. there is a bag of cheezies on the little table and he says to go ahead and have some. i'm embarrassed to tell him i don't eat cheezies. luckily i don't have to because as he reaches for the bag he recoils in horror. there is a little tear in the seal of the bag and THOUSANDS of flies are hatching out of it, turning from little maggots into winged beasts and filling up his apartment. we are both grossed out and he starts apologizing over and over. i say it's not a big deal and in fact it's kind of interesting to watch all these insects going through their life cycle. suddenly i notice that dozens of the flies have started mating inside the bag. i point this out to jimmy who is fascinated. we come in closer for a better look and one of the mating flies looks up at us very pointedly as it is humping another fly, gets pissed off, and presses the seal shut so that we can no longer see him having sex with his girlfriend. the cheezie bag is crinkling and moving back and forth very rhythmically and this strikes both jimmy and i as frikkin hilarious. we are laughing and laughing so hard tears are coming out of my eyes. i woke up because an actual guffaw escaped from my mouth as i was sleeping.