Disparate Measures
I was all set to write about the state of modern comedy, complete with Dane Cook references and outright hatred for Dat Phan, but damned if the TV Whore didn't beat me to the punch with a great column. He even likes Patton Oswalt, which means he's got better taste than you legions of "Everybody Loves Raymond" viewers. Seriously, you should read it right now.
Can you believe we've been together for two years now? I'm proud of us, babe. (I'm not counting the time we were on a break, either, since that seemed to be more the fault of DHS than of anything we did.) Cheers, darlin'.
If I ever see one of the girls from "The Hills," I'm gonna punch her right in the mouth. Who knows, maybe they'll take a field trip to the valley to mock the middle class and our crappy cars. And I'll walk right up to them and sock her right in the jaw and tell her if she ever breeds that her offspring will be a poison unto this earth, and then I'd lean in close and whisper "a poison," and then I'd turn to one of the totally ripped guys she's with and meet his dullard's gaze and ask him if he remembers the moment he consciously siigned away creativity for a chance to bed willing, idiotic blondes. It will likely be a pretty educational afternoon.
Oh, poor broke Screech.
Another awesome piece from Colbert. Additionally, this Congressman reminds me of dozens of people I knew at college.
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