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?