My hungry tummy don’t want noms unless you got ribs hon. Baby back ribs.
I’ve my shame for sustenance.
I want to open a Vietnamese bakery and call it Viet-Noms.
My friend told me he thinks his house is haunted because his DVR keeps recording things on its own. I wasn’t convinced until he told me that the only show it keeps recording is Ghost Hunters.
My beautiful friend Sam at the Green Apple Annex.
That fucking bitch sitting next to Darren is my good friend Alyssa. She told me she talked to him about music and that he was really nice. I fucking hate her guts. She can die.
This is the best possible outcome we could ask for! The Republican candidates are just fighting with each other instead of focusing their energy on Obama. They’re going to spend the next 4 months flinging shit at each other until one of them is completely covered in shit and has to take on the president. The well-spoken, charismatic, and intelligent president. Bravo boys, I applaud you. See you in 2016.
- My Cast: What are you doing?
- Me: Making "Monkeys and Playbills" note cards.
- My Cast: Why?
- Me: Because I've lost my goddamn mind.
So, this picture was sent to me today:
My friend Mike FUCKING GOT ME TICKETS TO THE PRIVATE SCREENING OF STRUCK BY LIGHTNING.
That is all.
The only friends I have IRL that know who Joe Moses is, are the ones in New York who actually KNOW Joe Moses.
So not fair on so many levels.
Q:2007! I was Posh, You were Baby, Bryce was Scary, Sam was Sporty and Jeremiah was Ginger (because he didn't want anything else). LOL
YES! It’s all coming back to me now…
That was also the night the phrase, “I’m gonna go get a Shasta, anybody want?” was coined.
Also, we’re ridiculous.
- Matt: I'll be performing at The PIT in NYC in March.
- Me: Tell my friend hi for me. He's a bartender there. His name is Joe Moses.
- Matt: Oh, cool, he works there?
- Me: Yeah...
- Matt: And he's your friend?
- Me: Well... not really...
- Matt: But he knows you?
- Me: No...
- Matt: But you love him right?
- Me: You know me so well.