Charlie Puth – Attention/We Don’t Talk Anymore (Alffy Rev mashup)
…The one directly under the dollop of sour cream.
Writing jokes for Tosh.0 is a great job. But the best part of being a writer here is getting to shoot really, really, REALLY silly things.
Like the The Triple Kentucky Hobby Horse Derby Preakness Stakes at Belmont Crown, for example.
I want you to know it was 90 degrees outside the day we shot that. The writer wearing head-to-toe armor was… not thrilled with me.
That is all. Go about your day.
Crushin’ it 24/7!
Unless you’d like to give me your portion of the cheese board, in which case we will get along JUST FINE!
Like me when I’ve got a Ticketmaster cart full of Beiber pit seats that is :27 from expiring, we are DOWN TO THE WIRE. We’ve got Eric, Peter and Bryan left, so I am settling in for a night of steamy fantasy suites. At least Raven “I’ve never had an orgasm” isn’t here. That shit was a DOWNER.
But Rachel explains that her sister is pregnant as shit, so instead of being separated and meeting her family when it’s down to two, all three of them are going to mosey on over to Casa Lindsay one by one and get that outta the way. I don’t hate it, because honestly the last thing I’d want to do the day after I bone someone for the first time is introduce them to my entire family. 🙂
Welp, my house is filled to the rafters with zucchini noodles, so you know what that means: HOMETOWNS!! Guys, we’re down to the final four and if you aren’t stuffing your face with spiralized squash and Paul Newman’s Sockarooni sauce, ya ain’t doin’ hometowns right!!
Eric’s up first so Rachel is in Balitmore, and is Eric maybe attractive now? He isn’t in a suit that’s twelve sizes too large on him, so now it looks like he mysteriously grew 2 feet.
…So you are NOT going to eat this leftover Chinese then?