If that title doesn't make sense, please for the love of God, go see Juno already. This may have reached obsession level. The song is originally by The Moldy Peaches, but the version sung by Michael Cera (be still my pedophile heart...) and Ellen Paige makes me want to cry like the ridiculous little girl I am. But I dedicate this ditty not to sweet, track-shorts-clad Michael, but to John Krasinski who I stalked again in my sleep last night. Is it still creepy and wrong if all I do is admire him from afar in my dreams? Or is that just really sad that I can't even make him mine in an imaginary world? Either way, I should probably stop watching The Office before I go to bed (but "A Benihana Christmas" is friggin' CLASSIC). Before drifting off to dreamland, I also couldn't resist cuing up the Tivo for a special holiday viewing of "Dick in a Box." NBC reran the ingenious musical collaboration between Andy Samberg (also a boyfriend) and JT (Top Three boyfriend) on Saturday, and I had to pay tribute. Nothing makes me laugh out loud as hard as JT dressed as a rabbi, singing about dicks in boxes. Nothing.
http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/uncensored.shtml
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Thank you for that link. Seriously, thank you. :) Bret and I are getting a friend a dick in a box for Christmas, including Step 1, Step 2, and a poloroid Step 3 set of photos. (After a bunch of failed -- but interesting -- internet searches we ended up at Hot Cookie.) We've had the song in our heads all weekend but the sketch was taken off of Youtube. I'm so so glad to be able to see it again, in all its glory.
your shorts are especially gold today...
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