At a weed store you can say, “I want something to help me sleep that won’t make me wonder if my back door is unlocked,” and they will take you seriously, think hard about it, and then say something like, “Have you tried Ooga Booga Skywalker Cake?”
The five year old boy who lives next to me knocks on my door every once in a while to talk for a little, and I am so excited for him to grow up and realize that sometimes I was stoned out of my fucking mind.
When a woman gets a haircut, it’s life affirming, she is glowing with new confidence. When a man gets a haircut, hopefully it will look normal in two weeks or so.
When a movie is called something like Killers Of The Flower Moon, they’ve already lost me. I’m not going to sit there for two hours waiting for a title to make sense. Hotel For Dogs. Now that’s a movie title.
“You have to eat so many vegetables or you will die.”
“That’s okay. Everyone likes potatoes.”
“Oh yeah, there is one that doesn’t count and it is potatoes.”
But what if Chris Rock had been a woman? And also Will Smith had been a woman. And no one hit anyone. And there were two other women. And they were all living the single life in New York City?
Sorry, but I am a man, and if you just did to me what Will Smith did to Chris Rock, there is no way in the world I’m just taking it and not immediately saying, “My wife,” in a Borat voice.
When I wrote for New Girl, we did an episode where it’s revealed that Nick loaned Coach an absurd amount of money. The amount we settled on was $71,000 because we felt anyone would be able to recognize it as excessive. Anyway, Harlan Crow has given Clarence Thomas millions.
I microwaved some spinach, squeezed all the water out of it, mixed it with parmesan, black pepper, salt, and garlic powder, then coated it in breadcrumbs and threw it in the waffle iron. It wasn’t that good. Covid!
One time I was falling asleep watching a PBS Nova about sword making, and then this happened, and I had to get up, put on my glasses, and replay it 12 times.
Best part of I’m Too Sexy is your journey when he goes “I’m a model” and you’re like “Got it” but then he says “You know what I mean?” and you’re like “I thought I did but now I’m not sure” but then he goes “I do my little turn on the catwalk” and you’re like “Okay I did get it.”
They’re always puting that Fibonacci spiral over nature stuff stuff and telling you how magical it is that it matches up, but I never really think it matches up that well. I just go along with it because it’s a nice idea and I don’t feel like arguing.
(Rudy Giuliani plows his limo through the wall back into Fox News, rolls down his window)
“The President did the piss thing! GO GO GO!”
(His chauffeur peels off.)
Really enjoying this new boomer attitude that if younger people do anything aside from eating wet cornmeal and watching gas station TV with binoculars from across the street, it’s your fault you don’t own a home.
Everyone is drooling over Conan all of a sudden as if Jimmy Fallon isn’t still on TV every night playing musical Tik Tac Toe with Nancy Pelosi and Young Sheldon.
Every Republican saying it’s time to move past Trump is going to have to go on TV in like six weeks and be like, “Donald Trump called my wife a slut and he is the best man to lead our country.”
No matter what you think of Dave Chapelle, it is objectively funny to go back to your high school and tell teenagers that they’re wrong for being mad at you.
Dogs fucking love it when their soldier owners return home from overseas, but they also fucking love it when I, a stoned person they have never met before, pass them on a walk.
NEW: White supremacist Richard Spencer says his life is in shambles. His wife left him, he’s a social outcast, he goes on trial next month for his role in Charlottesville and cannot afford a lawyer.
When I was in high school and college, my best friends all loved Phish. Phish was playing all the time. Every road trip was nonstop Phish. And I hated it. I hated Phish. And I still hate Phish. Anyway, tonight I’m going to a Phish show.