I’m obsessed with Karl Pilkington.

My biffles-for-life, Molly is in this sketch about why people hate Anne Hathaway.  I think its perfect kismet because I HATE ANNE HATHAWAY.  And I LOVE MOLLY.  SO this is basically a perfect combination of things for me.

(ps - she’s the super adorable lady in plaid, and you can see her right there before you even hit play because she’s so damn special)

Jean Ralphio, dance up on me.

I had a dream last night that I was having a mexican stand off, of sorts with a fat bearded man who kept repeating how easy it was going to be for him to chop me up with his axe.  In the dream I found a sawed off shotgun in his couch, and shot him, and he exploded into many, many broccoli pieces.

Then I woke up with this song stuck in my head.

Because, that’s why.

 Don’t you feel calmer now?  Soothed, now that you’ve watched that?