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R.I.P Goulet and Master Cleanse, Day Eight
Day eight, and I really feel fantastic. Seven is supposed to be this killer day, but I had no negative effects. I could go longer on this thing, but I won't. Two more days, haters! Your tongue gets this white coating on the cleanse, I don't think I mentioned that. It's fairly gross. When the tongue goes back to pink, you're supposed to be "clean." Mine's starting to clear.
You may have heard that legendary crooner Robert Goulet has passed away. Quick Goulet-related story -- when I moved to Jersey City, and was miserable living in that awful, unheated apartment, they aired "The Best of Will Ferrell Volume 2" on Saturday Night Live one arctic winter's night. I was in my room, wearing a thick coat, hat, and gloves, and was still frozen out of my skull. Maybe it's because I was slowly going insane living there, but I have never laughed harder than I did during this sketch. In my entire life. I sincerely mean that. It temporarily broke me out of a weeks-long depression. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, and I almost blacked out. It still might be my favorite SNL sketch of all time.
Rest in peace, Goulet.
And heck, I've got to give you one more taste, this one not safe for work.
Maybe it's because I can't eat candy this year, maybe it's because my childhood innocence has been stomped out of me by the steel-toed boot of a thousand disappointments, but I almost forgot today is Halloween. Have a good one! Anyone rocking a costume?
The sad thing is, I never knew this guys name until he died. I remember him
in all those comedies too.
Um, is it just me or the biggest laughs come from the audience come both
times that he "crooned" nigggggggaaaas. A little bit off putting to say the
least.
Bravo on the cleanse. My dad did it for 30 days once, I don't know
how he managed. It's been 2 hours since the last time I ate and I already
want to shove something in my mouth.
Chris,
Did you just say Goulet was never a huge star? I would classify anyone
that SNL deems worthy of parodying with their own sketch as a "huge star."
Anyone born after she was that my Grandma considers a household name is a
plenty huge star.
Day eight. Didn't think you could do it. Sorry I doubted. I'm impressed
even though I'm thoroughly grossed out by the sweater tongue thang. Blech.