I know. Some of you can’t stand Sarah Silverman. I’m not one of you. Her story about her dog, Doug, did me IN last night. I’m still hoarking up what precious-little lung meat I have left, then I had to go and watch Sarah on Conan O’Brien last night. There are a LOT of funny bits, but the DOG STORY, you guys. Go watch, then come back.
“Just look dead-eyed if you agree.” I LITERALLY had to hang onto the couch so as not to fall off and crack my head like a melon on the
coffee cocktail table. (That sounds, at once gayer AND more appropriate.) Here’s the best part: Stephen’s across the room, sitting with James the One-Eyed Boxer, looking all serious and even had a bit of a quiver chin, because he felt so badly for Sarah’s dog. Meanwhile, I’m peeing myself on the couch, choking, with tears streaming. I haven’t laughed that hard in weeks.
I need some more
purple drank cough syrup…