That might have something to do with why last night I had a dream in which I was Zach Galifianakis' assistant. If you can only imagine, my tasks included trying on these white nylon briefs to prove they were baby soft. I thought he was being a quarky taskmaster as a joke in my dream, but the irony of being demanding overshadowed the irony. His publicist yelled at me about the underwear and Galifianakis walked in just as I was showing the publicist with the clipboard that I was in fact sporting the baby soft undies. Thank goodness I woke up right after he told his publicist and I that he needed all of his body hair removed, and that we needed to figure it out, asap.
Stay out of my subconscious, popular culture.
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