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I think I might have to make it my mission to introduce to you my favorite comedians. My quite icon right now is Greg Behrendt, whom I'm sure I'll do, as he is definitely in my top five, but today I'm going to introduce you to someone very few people that I've spoken to have heard of.
Brian Regan.
Brian Regan is adorable, cartoonish, and absolutely hysterical. Very much an "everyman" kind of comedian. Not with the impressions and the physical humor and the highbrow. Very much, next door neighbor who makes you giggle type of comedy. Every day thoughts said in a funny way, in a funny voice, whatever. I really don't know what it is exactly that appeals to me about... No. Not true. I know exactly why. Because he? Is me. Exactly.
Witness: You Too, and Other Things That Come Out of My Mouth Without My Permission. That's on sendspace, and it's not Brian's title for it, it's mine. Brian's title for it is "You Too & Stuff". Tell me you have not had this experience. Seriously. I've had it too many times.
Let me tell you of a time where my words got the better of me, as I am reminded of this story every single time I listen to this bit by Brian. This is my favorite story of all time. Now what you have to know about me is that I invert my words, in a similar fashion to "the fit hit the shan", unintentionally, and with a great frequency. I do it so often, I've developed a routine for it. Let's say I say "the fit hit the shan". I pause, blink, and go "the FIT hit the SHAN? Obviously, what I meant was the shit hit the fan.." and then I go on with my little story. I don't bother getting embarrassed anymore, there's only so many times you can have verbal dyslexia without developing an immunity to its inherant embarrassment factor.
So. I'm working at a restaurant and I go to Kinko's to get our menus printed on cardstock. I walk up to the Kinko's guy who I see on a regular basis, and who is, by the way, extremely attractive. I say "hey, I need fifty of these on stard-cock." And then, realizing I've inverted my words in my very special Kelly fashion, but not HOW I've inverted them, I go into my routine: "Starred- COCK?" And that, my fellow ljers, is when I realized hi, hello, I've just said cock, and I've just said it loudly, and very much enunciated. My recovery is thus: "I mean... I mean the hard stuff!"
Eventually Cute Kinkos Boy rescues me and just makes the copies, and an hour later I go to pick it up. He hands me the fifty menues printed on cardstock, and a package of those little gold stars you put on kinder gardeners' A papers. He then says, with a completely straight face: "Would you like to apply the stars or shall I?"
If you'd like to download the whole album, of which the You Too bit is the introduction to it, it's right here on megaupload.
And, for your (and mine, honestly) enjoyment, Brian Regan quote icons
Brian Regan.
Brian Regan is adorable, cartoonish, and absolutely hysterical. Very much an "everyman" kind of comedian. Not with the impressions and the physical humor and the highbrow. Very much, next door neighbor who makes you giggle type of comedy. Every day thoughts said in a funny way, in a funny voice, whatever. I really don't know what it is exactly that appeals to me about... No. Not true. I know exactly why. Because he? Is me. Exactly.
Witness: You Too, and Other Things That Come Out of My Mouth Without My Permission. That's on sendspace, and it's not Brian's title for it, it's mine. Brian's title for it is "You Too & Stuff". Tell me you have not had this experience. Seriously. I've had it too many times.
Let me tell you of a time where my words got the better of me, as I am reminded of this story every single time I listen to this bit by Brian. This is my favorite story of all time. Now what you have to know about me is that I invert my words, in a similar fashion to "the fit hit the shan", unintentionally, and with a great frequency. I do it so often, I've developed a routine for it. Let's say I say "the fit hit the shan". I pause, blink, and go "the FIT hit the SHAN? Obviously, what I meant was the shit hit the fan.." and then I go on with my little story. I don't bother getting embarrassed anymore, there's only so many times you can have verbal dyslexia without developing an immunity to its inherant embarrassment factor.
So. I'm working at a restaurant and I go to Kinko's to get our menus printed on cardstock. I walk up to the Kinko's guy who I see on a regular basis, and who is, by the way, extremely attractive. I say "hey, I need fifty of these on stard-cock." And then, realizing I've inverted my words in my very special Kelly fashion, but not HOW I've inverted them, I go into my routine: "Starred- COCK?" And that, my fellow ljers, is when I realized hi, hello, I've just said cock, and I've just said it loudly, and very much enunciated. My recovery is thus: "I mean... I mean the hard stuff!"
Eventually Cute Kinkos Boy rescues me and just makes the copies, and an hour later I go to pick it up. He hands me the fifty menues printed on cardstock, and a package of those little gold stars you put on kinder gardeners' A papers. He then says, with a completely straight face: "Would you like to apply the stars or shall I?"
If you'd like to download the whole album, of which the You Too bit is the introduction to it, it's right here on megaupload.
And, for your (and mine, honestly) enjoyment, Brian Regan quote icons