Discomfort

 Sacha Baron Cohen's comedy makes me nervous to the point of sweating.  As most of you are aware, I'm not an uptight a-hole, but I had to turn off Borat after the turd in a baggie scene and I couldn't even entertain the notion of watching Bruno.  Seeing regular people squirm and/or inadvertently expose themselves as morons is my worst nightmare, equal to being eaten alive by tarantulas or attending a Nickelback concert.

But before Bruno and Borat hit the big screen, Ali G was on on HBO chatting up politicians and asking them delightfully retarded questions.  Now that I can watch.

I was going to recommend NPR's Terry Gross interview with Cohen, which was straight-up LOL (and Terry "loved" Bruno!)(wtf!), but the podcast has already disappeared into the internet ether.  So unfair.  Why did I even mention it?

Incidentally, Isla Fisher is married to Sacha Baron Cohen, and I want to be her BFF.  I already have a BFF, so she couldn't be mine, but I would be hers.  No problem.

She has the prettiest hair, doesn't she?

Oh!  One last thing.  For Frank, and the world:

 BAM!