Tuesday, March 15, 2011
but I need the eggs
Although he is 38 years old now, A. still hates Woody Allen. I was reading this Tina Fey article in the New Yorker and it made me laugh out loud, so I just had to read aloud to A. I did and he didn't get it. Thing is, the piece I read was not a Tina Fey original but a little tidbit in the same article from "Annie Hall." At least A's consistent!
Judge for yourself:
This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs."
Labels:
Humor,
new yorker,
woody allen
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