Drew Lynch could have pinched himself. He was living his dream. Lynch, who grew up in Indianapolis, was 20 and living in Los Angeles. He had hit the mother lode in Hollywood — a callback for a second audition with the successful sitcom “How I Met Your Mother.” Then, in the split second it takes
Get it? I switched the P and the N in the title to even further the point that I’m not perfect. I’m very thorough with my underlying blog themes. Pot Nerfect actually sounds like a band you see at Coachella. They’re not performing, you just see them there. Alright, this was a tangent. Moving on.
Holy crap folks. Tonight I’m on this show called America’s Got Talent. Words can’t explain all the feelings I’m having, which is why blogging was probably not ideal. It’s so hard to pace and type, and pace your typing and type “pace”, and eat Pace salsa which isn’t your type. I guess that’s nerves for
That’s right, I did it. I put in my two weeks on the caffeinated cup of pretension. Not to say all coffee drinkers are pretentious. I’ve observed some commonalities with most of these people that I would like to address. Somehow buying a $4 not-so-tall sippy cup gives them the freedom to act better than
ALRIGHT. I’ve had enough with these couples on house hunters. You come on the show with a budget, but then you get to be picky within the confines of your spending capacity? IS THERE NO GOD. You don’t get to haggle! This is a house hunt, not a garage sale. How can that even be
Tonight and tomorrow I’m headlining Aces Comedy Club in Murrieta, CA. There’s also the Mayweather vs. Pacquiao fight this weekend. You have to make a decision folks. Which do you prefer, boxing or comedy? Punches or punchlines? At one event you get to watch a couple of shirtless meatheads throw jabs at each other for an hour.
Hi my name is Drew and I’m a shopaholic. There, I said it. Also I drink too much. Okay, now I said it. I do enjoy shopping. Specifically for clothes. More specifically, clothes for my body. I don’t know that I quite understand fashion. Apparently there’s a wheel with color schemes that you have to
I’m glad we have commuting alternatives like these Uber people. They’re like taxi drivers with a personality. I’m sorry if that seems harsh right at the get-go, but I have yet to ride in a cab where I feel like a passenger and not a hostage. Why does every taxi insist on putting a glass barrier
Oh hey internet, I didn’t see you there. Their? They’re? No that’s they are. I didn’t see you “they are”? That doesn’t make sense. Off to a great start. I know I haven’t written a blog in awhile and that’s because I’ve been busy being a busy being. I’m having trouble managing all my projects