I thought I'd be able to see him live sometime.
I saw him do his show at the Paramount in 2006. It quite frankly sucked. He had all the energy of one of Elon's flamethrowers. Seems like he was kind of blazed on opiates. That being said, I adore Norm MacDonald, so he could have bored me to tears & anal bleeding, I wouldn't have missed it for anything.
I definitely would have heckled him more—as well as beheaded the woman I was seeing him with and threw her lying bitchwhore horse skull
directly onto stage.
Seems like a bit overkill, I'm sure a bit over the top, but if I had known then what I know now, I would have punted the trophy, snooty upturned nose and all, gaping open whorish mouth first, straight to the overflood lights, which would have been quite a shot considering I was up in the third balcony. Worth it.
I loved him too.
I still love him! Talk about a fair weather friend, yeesh. Do 10 more laps. Look into mewing too, most people would be surprised to learn how much of the jaw is connected to the backbone. (There's a joke about the frontbone in there too, but I'm spent.)
So sad.
How droll.
