January 28th, 2012


You can thank the ghostly flatulence of Chris Farley for this year’s mild winter in the USA.

For the full retelling of my 1996 encounter with Chris Farley, all you need to know is: 1) I merely (and unwittingly, don’t prosecute me you pigs) delivered a package that I soon found out was full of marijuana 2) He threw a pen at me 3) I still have not washed the spot where it hit me to this day 4) You may touch it.

PS- If you’re a Tosh.0 fan I hope you have a seizure.

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