Father Michael O'Flatley

This is the kind of bad date scenario that would happen to me. And I have had some bad, bad dates. Dates I have pulled a Joe Rogan on and left. Dates who have lied about pretty much everything.

I am sitting here laughing my ass off at Extras where Andy has a date with a woman . . . who takes him to a Catholic prayer meeting while he is dressed in a Travolta disco suit lying about his beliefs. He tells the priest his confirmation saint is St. Bernard and that his childhood priest was Father Michael O'Flatley. Oh yes, and that condoms are a waste of time and that we should let the seed of love flow freely. I have laughed and laughed and laughed. Then laughed some more. I flashbacked to the night I had a date with this guy who lied to me about his race, his heritage, his job, his education, his height . . . like I wouldn't notice when he showed up that he was perhaps an inch taller than I am, had the hands of an infant, and was quite clearly faking a British accent. It is a crazy world in which we live.


"Rule 1: don't get involved with a man whose wife's been murdered."


Oh God. I think I need to piss. Laughing too hard . . .