I follow funny people mostly. Wil Wheaton, Jim Gaffigan, Brent Butt, Patton Oswalt...

Great quote as well. Memories.

She’s got 25 lighters on her dresser, yessir...

I’ll got with slightly better. But only slightly. Like, razor thin layer of improvement, so thin the goodness didn’t feel it leave it’s buttocks.

Absolutely. And one of my favorite sports quotes ever was from Foreman, when asked if the next boxer he was to face was any good, and he replied “God, I hope not...”

True, but who’d have thought he’d be a great spokesman, too?

Two great boxers, one clearly the better. Foreman was unique. Almost superhuman.

He’s corrected his joke. It’s an allergic reaction to something. He apologized when we all were freaked out.

I’d have been honored if he asked about a dead parrot. Or anything else, really. He’s John Frickin’ Cleese! I’ve never been star-struck but there might be an exception for Monty Python members.

I miss Mark, too. I see him on Twitter, try to remember to bug him now and then. It gets complicated when the people I like to read get so spread out. Twitter helps.

Good starting point for a novel, maybe...

Not fuckable by some misguided people’s standards. She’s smart and beautiful, what more could a female desiring person want? And she’s funny, I mean, damn!

I loved Spy. She was good, and the supporting cast were amazing.

And fairy farts!

And he does it immediately, not just when it’s close to his turn to speak. It’s disrespectful, and uncouth.

Suddenly thankful I’m not named Ryan.

Cray cray.

Zippers are the real enemy.

She gave me permission to eat steak and apples, so yeah, I say she did.

Is Beep a spinoff from Jerry’s “Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee?”