Part of me wishes I could say this film sprung from my twisted mind. The other part is relieved it did not. My twisted buddy Andrew Laurich directed this film, from a script he co-wrote with the twisted Gabriel Miller.
One door closes, another opens. When I watched Mad Men in its original run, I had become disillusioned by the ad biz.
I’m not one to rock the boat. It’s been months, and I’ve never even done a Cosby joke. Any comedian can do five minutes on Cosby (and, apparently, Bill Cosby thinks he can do five minutes on just about anybody).
I didn’t turn 30 until after my Millennials were spawned, and as a result, I’m one of them. I grew up with them.
We worked through our hangovers by touring Valley Forge and the Amish town of Lancaster – where better to find a DBD (Designated Buggy Driver)?
Okay so Kim Jong Un succeeded in scaring film executives. Wow. I scare film execs every time I pitch a project I want to star in!
I left LA and traveled to Iowa City, during Iowa Hawkeye Homecoming Weekend. Because I know where my brat is buttered.
Sometimes, a bit pops into your head so you do it once, and while it kills, that’s as good as it’s ever gonna get. Here’s a minidoc, Chris Walken buying cheese in bulk, and more…
At a birthday party, my friend Shlomy takes me aside and in his hushed, selfless, sweetly conspiratorial manner barely says, "I know how busy you are but Jamaica next monf, brother?" These days, I can't go anywhere unless it's a gig. The amazing thing about Jamaica is...
Sonny Swing is a one-of-a-kind showman, a tuxedo-ed crooner never at a loss for stories about his famous "friends". Does he really know these people? Or is it a case of happy delusion? Either way, it makes for a wildly entertaining show. Like the man himself, Sonny’s...