sarah silverman, marry me

isn’t it just like the IDIOT to scoop the world press? i mention this funny piece of ass, and suddenly everybody’s talking about her. pish posh.

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Sarah Silverman tosses her long black hair and bares her perfect teeth. She steps up to the microphone, demure as a schoolgirl on the witness stand. The crowd tenses. ‘I don’t want to belittle the events of September 11 – they were devastating. They were beyond devastating….’ She stops; words can’t express her pain. ‘I don’t want to say especially for these people, or especially for those people but… especially for me.’

She lowers her sleek eyebrows. The audience in the little North Hollywood theatre takes a nervous breath. Her voice gets gritty: ‘Because it happened to be the same exact day that I found out that the soy chai latte was, like, 900 calories.’ There’s a titter. I’m thinking – you can’t do this in America? Can you? ‘I had been drinking them every day.’ She shakes her head. ‘You know, you hear soy, you think healthy… And it’s a lie.’ Words fail her. Pause. Regather. ‘It was also the day we were attacked…’ The audience pauses, on the brink: they could go one way or another. [...]

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2 Responses to “sarah silverman, marry me”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    Dude, the recitation of her comedy routine should continue…

    Also, leave her ALONE!! She’s MINE!! I’m going to pile her on a bed along with Claudia Black, Zhang Zhiyi, and I guess, for variety, Stacy Kiebler…and just dive in.

    “Died with a smile on his face.” they’ll say.

    *sigh* Isn’t she perfect, though…

    ~Trollificus

  2. saltypig Says:

    i made the mistake of renting jesus is magic a few months ago. hate to say it, but… i’m OD’d on SS. yes, it’s true. i’d still lap that up and rivet it like a champ, so better hope she doesn’t somehow get my phone number or something, hoss.