flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I can’t help but think that I’m going to get shit for this from some huge Gallagher fans who strongly object to my referring to him as a prop comic, but what else do you call watermelon smashing? That’s not snark, it’s a real question.
Also, if there is a huge subset of Gallagher aficionados on the internet (probably, because everything is somewhere on the internet), and one of them actually reads this blog (highly unlikely), then I really want to know about it. I could see that being the new hipster thing, maybe — and then when too many people have decided to like Gallagher ironically, they could move on to the ineffable horror that is Carrot Top. Carrot Top = totally incapable of being effed. I hope.
Look at me, talking smack.