Many of our readers will be aware of my long-ago addiction to General Hospital. I failed a college class because of the Cruise of Deception for chrissakes.
That addiction, fortunately for my career and marriage, ended long ago. I haven't seen a daytime soap in decades. But now, news comes from Port Arthur that changes everything.
There's a mysterious new character in town, a dashing, debonair international man of mystery. Friends, I give you...Z. (Not that one.)
For a bit more context regarding this glorious crossing of streams, I commend to you this explainer from Brian Grubb. Oh to be living John Oliver's life.
Welcome, welcome, welcome to Gheorghe: the Blog. I'm Whitney, most of the time, and thank you so much for joining us. There's just time for a quick recap of the week... or just some filler.
Today is John Oliver's 42nd birthday, which makes one say two things instinctively: (1) Happy Birthday, and (2) I would have bet $500 that he is older than I am. Huh.
Anyway, his HBO show, "Last Week Tonight," which airs most Sunday nights at 11:00, stands out as both my favorite television programme (he's English) and the only way that I choose to get my news of the nation and the world these days. It's like eating a dirt sandwich but on banana bread.
And so, to move on from the Gheorghie Easter post, I give you a segment that may well not convey to your out-loud laughter, but when it aired 6 or 7 weeks ago, it made me laugh until I cried and almost peed. Similar to the Monty Python sketch about the funniest joke in the world that people die from laughter upon hearing it, this bit -- so stupid that he makes fun of himself later in the show for having done it -- nearly drew fluids of multiple kinds from my body. Powerful stuff.
Here it is. Watch the first 3 mins. The part that had me in tears begins at the 1:25 mark.
Okay, I guess we aren't quite done with Easter. This is 1:15 of ridiculousness and NSFW.
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