My best friend Cheryl threw me a “Welcome Home” BBQ this weekend. She made cheeseburgers with avocados, carmelized onion, etc. They were legit. I ate two.
We laughed over old times and watched some embarrassing videos from college (originally on VHS…now on DVD…thank goodness we didn’t have Youtube then!). Keep it offline, Cheryl.
Anyway, a little reminiscing and friendly ribbing was enjoyable—and it was nothing compared to what I saw last night! I watched Comedy Central’s Roast of David Hasselhoff. I don’t know why. It’s not like I ever watched Knight Rider or Baywatch. Mostly the jokes were about the Hoff’s bad singing, lame career, and alcoholism.
Everyone spoke so much worse about 2 of his roasters, though: Lisa Lampanelli, who they kept calling fat, and Pam Anderson. Someone said that rather than sleep with Kid Rock and Tommy Lee, why didn’t Pamela just drink a quart of Magic Johnson’s blood (he is HIV positive)? I mean, WHOA. So many of the things they said crossed the line. And nothing was off-limits.
Thank goodness my friends stop at carmelized onions and sorority videos. Love you, Cheryl!