i am not simon metz. i am not moe berg. however, i am probably tired as you read this.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

I Owe It All To Eating The Ends Of The Rye Bread All These Years

over the last 18 hours i learned the answers to two important questions i have been asking for the past few months.

question one: is the borat movie going to be any good?




A: yes. it is very very very funny. i saw a screening late last night and can confirm that - if you're a fan of kazakhstan's most wanted - this movie is everything you want it to be. i can also confirm that there are a lot of 20-something nerds in los angeles who think they do a good borat impersonation. you could hear them among the crowd cracking each other up by yelling out "is nice!" and "i like!" in their own approximation of sasha baron cohen's voice while they waited patiently for the lights to go down.

the young man sitting to my right was drunk and soaked with sweat from running from security, who had thrown him out earlier in the evening for trying to sneak in a coke bottle full of sake. he told me all about how he was responsible for mike dunleavy jr of the golden state warriors getting in, and now he owed him "big fucking time". during the screening, i also heard him ask the girls to his right really inappropriate questions in his best borat voice about shaving one's pubes.

question 2: what is the sex of the fetus growing in mrs b's uterus?

A: male. thanks to the superduper 4D sonogram machine, we heard his heartbeat, saw his tiny face, and peeped his dong all in the span of 3 minutes this morning.

all systems are go, baby.

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