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While watching this I screamed “YESS!!!” and “OH MY GOD!!!” several times, punched the air, and couldn’t stop smiling. Not sure what could make me happier. Not to mention that Letterman fucking LOVED it.
Jeremy: it's come to my attention that my music writer friends may not know "who's afraid of virginia woolf" as well as my theater friends
this is the problem of having two scenes
you try to score that bilateral bit
and you lose them both in the process
trying to come up with Sutton Foster/Devo jokes are hard
or Tom Stoppard/DMX jokes
my white whale
me: what's "who's afraid of virginia woolf"
Jeremy: jesus christ
On Valentine’s Day, my pal Jeremy said he walked through a flock of pigeons while listening to the glorious Charlie Wilson part of Kanye West’s “Bound 2.” It sounded pretty magical. Anyway, here’s “Bound 2” for pigeons.