… he always takes me back to class. Why? Take a look at one of the silly little ‘fake acts for bleak times’ things I did. Now look at this comedic grit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t explain why I love this guy’s work, I just always have. He’s one of my favourite characters from one of my favourite shows, so I guess I’ll always say he can do no wrong, but I don’t think you need to be a fan to appreciate what he wrote. I think you just need to have a brain and a sense of humour.
I believe in you. Do the right thing. Read his article and laugh. Now. Don’t read the rest of this sentence. Or this one. For the love of god, what are you doing? You’re wasting your time! Or am I wasting it? Now you’re wasting your time wondering. He’s funnier than I am. Read that, not this. Please. For the love of Funny. This ironic / meta ‘humour’ must be stopped. At all costs. Sentence fragments. Fucking with your head. Oh. My. God. My. Opinions. Are. Facts. Comedy just died.
WHAT A DEVASTATING PARADOX. WHAT A MALEVOLENT WHIRLSTROM OF ANGST AND TWEE.
So yeah, I’ve brought my notebook. Sorry, Mr. Cross.