Matthew Broderick in New York City. (January 30, 2012)
“WHAT? The tryouts for the new Michelin Man are canceled?”
He really needs to spring for an overcoat.
Yep, 100 pounds of oats and three boxes of sugar cubes, delivered tomorrow.
… to the coach house.
Larry King is looking good these days.
Just part of his daily routine–making phone calls to random people, begging them to help him escape from Sarah Jessica Parker.
He’s the new “Can you hear me now guy”?
Oh I love this episode of Seinfeld.
SJP gets pissed if he talks to his boyfriends on the phone in the house. Doesn’t like the example it sets for the children.
He’s going for a Mickey Rourke beanie and a sweat pants Half Nolte to finish and …. Ohhhh that logo’s going to cost him.
So he is jogging to the golf course, to rob the pro shop?
What is that? a scuba suit?
Hold on a second… I just saw the most amazing stagecoach. She’d love it.
What happened to Abe Froman? My how the sausage king has fallen.
“Hello Michelin? I got the part? Really?”
I wouldn’t even know who that was
Yes, honey I dressed the way you told me to. Are you really sure putting this spatula in my pocket is going to make me look like I have a big penis. You know I have seen PLENTY of penises and I don’t think this looks right.
“What? A Ladyhawke themed commercial you say? To run during the NBA playoffs? Yes, of course I’m in.”
I meant to type WNBA, but apparently my fingers couldn’t bring themselves to do it.
That cracked me up, thanks!
I’d get a coat like that too if I had to go home to his wife’s bony grasp.
“No, I said I want my wife to show. No, I didn’t say I want my wife to show. I said I want my wife to show!”
Are those rugby pants?
Sausage King indeed…
Padding for those surprise Blahnik horse-kicks
“I’ve got on my puffy coat, my sweatpants and my wool hat; you’ll never get me now, gay thoughts!”
“Hello George Michael, I’ll meet you and Billy Ray in the park in ten, I just dropped my wife off at the vet”.
“What the hell do you mean you CAN’T turn her into glue?!?”
“I really do not give a fucking fuck how many cops are standing outside the fucking bakery. You get the fuck in that God damn bank and wait for the signal or I make ice cubes out of your Misses”.
“911? Can’t breathe…~puff puff~…marshmellow coat…wife made me wear…help please!”
I thought this was Michael Douglas.
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