I was at a Q&A that he was doing with Jay last year (it was a podcast) and a young very sweet, seemingly quite vulnerable man stood up to ask a question, and ended up just asking for a hug.

Our family tradition at Christmas is to go out Christmas Eve for lunch at a greasy spoon, be polite to the server, and leave a $100 tip in cash. It’s kind of selfish, actually— we all get to feel super altruistic, and we race to get out before the server finds the cash and feels like they need to thank us.

Torn on this one...I love movies about female friendship, I like the actors (haaayyy Drew, glad you’re back in a non-Sandler movie). But I hate manipulative tearjerker movies so, so much. My friends still talk about how I ruined The Notebook for them with my eye rolling and asshole commentary.

I was such a weird little germaphobic kid I once shouted, “is this Christmas or a herpes convention?”

I’m not bragging (YES I AM) but not more than a month ago I was eating at NOBU and noshing on honor bar M&M’s. The red carpet was only in my mind. #Celeblife #Vacation #AintNoHumbleinmyBrag.

Where does one acquire a forest fairy friend? I would like one!

“Played the race card?” Dude, sit down.

That’s a pile of hot, steaming bullshit that you just spouted right there.

Nobody watch it. Don’t give him ratings. Want to see the train wreck then bit torrent it.

Cher, Kirstie and Yoko.

My favorite photo from the book: