I guess he would try to keep the after parties as tame as possible. Jim would do a Bob impression by giving  himself and overbite and saying in a lame white, "We don't really have to bring beer now, do we?"

I had him as an instructor, and really was a lovely man who told great stories of Bob Odenkirk being a stick in the mud.

His name is Michael O'Brien, and you need to check out his 7 Minutes in Heaven sketches online. Very funny and pleasant improviser from Chicago (though he was known as Pat O'Brien out here).

Jennifer Tilly is large? Curvy, certainly, but large? I guess I really don't understand what is considered large.

One possible reason to watch the Grammys: the potential for a tragic bloodbath: http://www.theatlanticwire….

"Context, bitch."

"Context, bitch."

Can we *please* stop saying "Can you imagine if the races had been reversed?" Yes I can, and yes it would have been incredibly more horrifying because of the historical baggage and current power dynamic that must be taken into account in any racial discussion. Get off of your fucking straw horse, you pseudo-martyr,…

Can we *please* stop saying "Can you imagine if the races had been reversed?" Yes I can, and yes it would have been incredibly more horrifying because of the historical baggage and current power dynamic that must be taken into account in any racial discussion. Get off of your fucking straw horse, you pseudo-martyr,…

That, and swing didn't exist in 1890.

That, and swing didn't exist in 1890.

Yeah, if they could've got someone who was even half-Japanese to play the role, it would've been legitimate. Oh, wait…

Yeah, if they could've got someone who was even half-Japanese to play the role, it would've been legitimate. Oh, wait…

You wouldn't ask that question if you'd seen her in concert. It's a full-blown exorcism/nervous breakdown.

You wouldn't ask that question if you'd seen her in concert. It's a full-blown exorcism/nervous breakdown.

I know you are [grabs Morgan Fairchild], but what am I?

I know you are [grabs Morgan Fairchild], but what am I?

Don't call her again. It's like scratching a mosquito bit: urgently needed and quick relief, but soon brings the irritant back slightly worse. Just get out as much as possible. Get out of the house. Go to the gym and get really fucking buff, using the "I'll show her" as your excuse.

Don't call her again. It's like scratching a mosquito bit: urgently needed and quick relief, but soon brings the irritant back slightly worse. Just get out as much as possible. Get out of the house. Go to the gym and get really fucking buff, using the "I'll show her" as your excuse.

[Checks record collection, surreptitiously adjusts.]