A still from the short video of Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks’ friendship from the #comedyfest ‘Mel Brooks Joins Twitter’ event
IMPORTANT THINKINGS
by sofiya alexandra
From last Sunday’s tea at the Hammer before @emmahurme and I saw the Llyn Foulkes exhibit, with those lime little leaves raining into our tea. #nofilter
@rheabutcher also has no father and her baby arm joke about it kills me (look it up) #surprise
@zachsherwin laying down some phat rhymes about not having a dad #surprise
@karenkilgariff NOT GONNA SAY KILGARIFFING IT at #surprise
@jimbruce killing it during the last #surprise
@robertbuscemi charming the audience at the last #surprise
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OH NO SOMEONE CLEARLY GOT CRUNK WITHOUT ME
My boyfriend and I are idiots and have been laughing about this for five minutes now @maxborenstein
Every Monday this April I’ve been guest hosting on this super fun sex radio show called Between the Sheets with Lora Somoza. This episode was really fun and featured the very funny Danielle Stewart and Stirling Gardner and we covered everything from how to dirty talk to breast milk jewelry. Ch-ch-check it out.
Love this.
One of the clearest memories of my childhood was one night at 8 or 9 years old, I was playing in my room with the 16 billion plastic horses I owned, just completely lost in my imagination having the freaking time of my life. My mom came upstairs to tell me dinner was ready. I begged her, “Can I puhleaseeeee have FIVE more minutes?!” but she shook her head assuring me that I could come right back up and continue where I left off. Disappointed, I hung my head and followed her down the stairs.
When we sat down at the table I asked my mom why she didn’t play with toys like I did. She said, “I used to play with toys all of the time, just like you. I had even more horses, if you can believe it.” I did not believe it and if my 8-year-old self knew how to curse I would have announced loudly that she was full of shit. NO ONE HAD MORE HORSES THAN ME. She continued, “but one day I just didn’t want to play anymore. Just like that. I guess that’s when you become a grownup.”
I remember nodding so she thought I understood, but I was actually pitying her. How could someone just NOT want to play with toys? How could that happen? It wouldn’t happen to me. If that was what being a grownup was, then I didn’t want any part of it. But, as she usually does, my mom ended up being right. One day I stopped. Just like that. I don’t really remember when or why, but I did. I mean, I’m GLAD or else I’d be one weird-ass 28-year-old, but when I look through old boxes of toys, I remember going back up to my room that night after dinner and solemnly promising each and every plastic horse that I’d never forget them. And even though I no longer hold the Kentucky Derby in my bedroom, or line up my stuffed animals in a row and kiss them goodnight, I’ll always remember.
*pic of me around 5 or 6 yrs reading to my friends. No one broke the news to me that 1) I didn’t know how to read yet and 2) my friends were actually really fucking creepy
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