You know a fun game?
Get a bunch of your wacky friends together and take off all your clothes.
Then get in your car and drive around. You can only put on clothes that you find on the side of the road. It’s best if everyone isn’t the same size. That way, no one fights over the size 10 dress on Main Street or the 32 waist jeans on Hwy 12 or the single pink Chuck Taylor’s hanging from the phone line along County GV. The first person fully clothed wins.
It works best in daylight. It’s easier to see the clothes that way.
Try it.
Or not.
Emeril Lagasse is getting a sitcom this fall.
I think he’s a vampire. Seriously. It’s classic. That freaky skin. The weird dark hair. The scary lips and rat-like eyes. I haven’t exactly figured the garlic issue into the equation but I’m working on it.
And the beast shall reveal itself…. BAM!!!!
“How can I turn these crustaceans into minions who will carry out my evil bidding?”
Overheard:
“I’m clenching my butt cheeks very tightly.”
“So?”
“It makes my wanger jump up and down.”
