No one in the world wants you to see the new comedy “Knocked Up” more than I do.
For years I’ve been a schlubby ne’er-do-well sporting an unwieldy Jewfro. I spent nearly three decades fighting off double-chins and man-boobs. My style of dress is an embarrassment to anybody except a stoned college student. But every doofus has his day, and when I saw the smash comedy last week, for a gleaming, shining moment I thought:
Because of Seth Rogen, I’m so getting laid.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
From the New York Post: