Also, Jesse L. Martin is a delicious piece of Godiva chocolate (don't care if that sounds racist), and I totally bet he's 100x better than Adam Pascal in bed. "When I die, I want my ashes sprinkled over Jesse L. Martin's apartment!" Jesse's had more practice, so I wouldn't be surprised if that were accurate. And he's not married. So no guilty interference from reality in your fantasies.
The mere mention of Max Brennar fondue still makes me feel kind of sick, heh.
It's frustrating to be a fan of someone who squanders away potential. Yeah. As was discussed yesterday, I think that's the reason why it's
frustrating that we get bored at his concerts these days. He does the exact same songs. The exact same jokes. The exact same outfits. He can do better. We know he can do better, because we've seen it. He's selling himself short. I don't think it's wrong to acknowledge that.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
Updated On: 11/6/07 at 10:07 PM