I’ve fallen in love with Jonny McGovern and New York in general. Between him and Keith and the Girl, I fantasize about moving to NYC and becoming best friends with them all. Realistically, Jerry and I would be living in a 500 sq. ft. apartment without central air in a shitty area. But the fantasy remains. On today’s show Krunk laid in the back of the studio sucking on his bottle of Jim Bean yelling at the rest of them and generally disrupting the show. He sounded like the drunk grandma that the family keeps sedated in her corner of the couch so that she doesn’t start telling stories about the time her and grandpa weren’t getting along too well and she found comfort with the neighbor-gentleman. As grandma realizes the family is talking about who is getting what for Christmas and ignoring her, she chimes in with something that applied to the conversation happening 2 minutes ago. This is Krunk. And I love him for it.
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