So, recently I was telling Sam that very often I will have these moments in which something goes so wrong that I wish my life would freeze-frame and the words “FAIL” would appear. Think Faildogs. This morning I had one of those moments while trying to peel a banana, so instead of dreaming the dream, I’m living the dream. Everybody FAIL!
Hilarious, Anna. If only I could put big FAIL stamps on all my life tragedies.
Oops! CollegeHumor didn’t make enough videos before the end of the school year, and now we’ve got to pull an all-nighter.
We’re going to be staying up from 9 pm Thursday to 9 am Friday writing, shooting, and posting Hardly Workings. We’ll also be streaming the production live and doing some live Q&A via a chat room (there will be links on the front page of CollegeHumor once we get started).
Nobody’s sponsoring this, we’re doing it because we want to. Should be interesting!
God help me for agreeing to this.
“You’re messin’ with the wrong guy!”“And I really don’t care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn’t fucking there. And I really didn’t care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
Those aren’t pillows!
