Joey is currently at a club in Spain. He has never been married, because he couldn't pick just one. He's drinking a martini and chatting with A.J. from the Backstreet Boys. They're talking about their favorite world locations. Two 55-ish women run up to the table. One asks for Joey's autograph, and the other asks for A.J.'s.
"You mean... you're a Backstreet fan?!" one woman shouts at the other.
"You're an *NSYNC fan?!" the other shouts, outraged. One woman makes a fist; the other looks sadly at her own hand.
"Arthritis," the sad woman explains.
"Oh, don't feel bad, honey! I have osteoperosis!" the other woman said. The two women grinned, and held out papers for autographs. Joey put on his glasses and scribbled out his name. A.J. wrote his and handed it to his fan. "Why is your name written all shakey?" she asked.
"Hey, I'm not as young as I used to be!" A.J. defended.
Joey then spotted a twenty-something Spanish chica on the dance floor, and went out to meet her. "Hey baby, looking fine tonight," Joey says.
"Eeew! You're, like, OLD!" the girl says.
"Don't you know me?! I'm Joey Fatone!"
"You're who?" the girl asks.
"Joey Fatone! I was in *NSYNC!"
"In what?"
"*NSYNC!!" Joey shouts.
"What's *NSYNC?" the girl asks.
Joey sighs and says, "Your generation has no taste in music." He picks up his $75,000 jacket and walks out to his limo.
"Where to?" his driver asks.
"Take me to the airport"--Joey begins to sob--"I need some of mama's pasta!"
"But sir, your diet--"
"Listen, I don't care what they say, 275 pounds is not fat!
"But sir..." the driver laughs "...your name!"
"I AM NOT THE FAT-ONE!"