Non-sequitur time. Quoting Freaks and Geeks:
Harold Weir: By the way, that drummer you’re listening to…
Nick Andopolis: Yeah?
Harold Weir: He’s terrible!
Nick Andopolis: What? That’s Neal Peart, he’s the greatest drummer alive!
Harold Weir: Neal Peart couldn’t drum his way out of a paper bag!
*proceeds to play a Buddy Rich record to teach a kid the ropes*
Well holy shit, Buddy Rich. I was kind of waiting for one of his tendons to snap at any moment.
In true Knocked Up fleshofthestars.com fashion, I would like to declare that 1981′s Whose Life Is It Anyway? contains interpretative dance bush at exactly 32 minutes in.
Events witnessed on Guelph Transit on 2007, the 26th of November included a teenage girl in pink plaid, rubber boots almost to her knees, worn without any sort of ironic pretense and a university-aged man, skin white in colour, wearing a black bandanna on his head and aviator sunglasses on his mobile phone saying, “I gotta swing downtown, bro!” These disconcerting events led me to ensure my MP3 player’s batteries were fully charged for the return trip.
Sometimes the smallest decision can have the biggest effect, like when Jaleel White decided to audition for the part of Urkel.
