There are two things that happened today that have put me in a strange place. One: I found out that George Clooney has a new lady friend and it’s not me. Two: I have a sore throat. The only thing salvaging my Friday is the fact that I am going to see Pulp Fiction at the strange little sister that is the one screen movie theater in my neighborhood. Seriously you guys, it’s amazing.
That and today’s FF of course!
This is David Cross. If I have to go in depth about him and of his comedy achievements you are too young to be reading this blog and the potty mouth language that happens is not for your eyes.
I would, however, like to just say a few things about this man. Mr. Show with Bob and David and his Shut Up You Fucking Baby comedy album. Yes, album. That means no visual stimulation. He is one of my favorite comics and makes me laugh so hard. I get great joy out of walking around and saying “answer ya telephone!” purely for my own amusement.
He is married to Amber Tamblyn who, for you ladies out there, was in those Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants flicks. That whole idea makes me cringe. Dirty ass jeans being passed around the world and not being washed. THINGS HAPPEN TO US WOMEN THAT MAKE IT NECESSARY TO WASH YOUR PANTS. NO SHARING. NO. STOP IT. THAT’S GROSS AS HELL. She does make me feel confident that one day I too can marry the older many of my dreams. So, fingers crossed!
Happy weekend my pets. I wish I could do this to all of you.
Currently Listening: Violent Femmes- Gone Daddy Gone