So within the next two months, my wifey, Lesa, and I are going to see:
1* CraigyFerg again JHSGDJHGfdjhnfgb
2* Greg Proops, during a taping of his FUCKING PODCAST
NO AND THEN
3* Greg Proops doing motherfucking stand-up goddamn comedy
Not to mention that we’re pretty much going to be running around Portland and Seattle, raising our own personal brand of hell and being awesome.
I may be leaving the Pacific Northwest this year, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be wringing every possible drop of joy I can out of it until then.
That is all.
I believe I’ve promised the pigeons a certain set.
*stands up and points*
TO THE EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE!
Craig Ferguson, you sexy fuck.
Not that I see a problem with that.
BUT I DO HAVE OTHER INTERESTS, YOU KNOW.
I got a TARDIS box, and it’s in flight
Bigger inside; it’s what it sounds like
Sonic screwdriver, with the green light
I know I talk shit, but it sounds right.
That last real line from the song actually fits. Ahaha.
Ed Helms SNL Bumpers
Oh, you darling thing. ♥