So, it's Friday. TGIF and all that. In honor of the end of the week, George Clooney will come to your house for dinner, gently mock your cooking skills, and take a flashlight to your fuse box.
...what? There's too much snow to get there today? Hmm. This will have to do. (via Karen, via Pamie.)
(By the way, how cutely awkward is Joel Stein?)
You know, sometimes I don't understand all the hype about The Cloon. He's a very good, good-looking, middle-aged actor. But, so?
And then, you see him in a t-shirt and jeans. And... yeah. I get it.
You can investigate my crawl space any time, sir.
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