I have absolutely nothing intellectual to say about Jim Gaffigan other than he annoys the hell out of me. I could listen to his numerous hit CD’s that for some reason people love and give you a point by point breakdown, but that would be a lot of time that I could spend raking my nails down a blackboard. The interior monologue thing that he does constantly, makes me want to puncture my ear drums with a screwdriver. Hot Pockets aren’t healthy. Brilliant, thanks for the tip. “Oh my god, have I just pissed off a ton of Jim Gaffigan fans? That would be icky.”
