The Daily Paragraph
Blogging is fun. I could become a regular blog-aholic. That's if someone were reading them. Pretty much one person is and I know her. Hey baby, how's it going? I got your email with the link to the top twenty five people that make us laugh in movies. Paul Rudd number one, huh? Yeah, he has a good body of work, I guess. There were a couple of other guys on there that I thought were funnier. Peter Sellers comes to mind, Chevy Chase another, John Belushi, guys like that but they're old, not relevant but funnier than that Franco guy, whatever. I know the real reason though. You just like throwing Paul Rudd in my face. You think he's funnier than me and of course you think he's sexier than me. Fine. I hope you meet him one day, make all your dreams come true, huh? I know I can't live up to the number one funnyman, the Ruddster, yeah, sure he's made more successful movies than me, yeah, he's made more movies than me, period. That's no reason to rub it in my face, honey. No reason. I try. If you love him then go to him. Let's see you marry that guy, I dare you, baby. You'll come back. You'll come back to me after he uses you and throws you to the curb. You know who'll be waiting at that curb to pick you up and brush you off? Me. That' right, me. So, go ahead and take down all your Paul Rudd posters. Throw away all those magazines with him on the cover. Go ahead. Do it. Do it. He's from Hollywood, I'm from reality. Which place do you want to live? Think about it. I'm going to Dairy Queen.
I wouldn't leave you for Paul Rudd...unless you keep going to Dairy Queen with me!
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