Oh, to be a snarky Brit, who doesn't give a poop what people think. Oh, to be the ballsy Ricky Gervais. Last night, I tuned in to watch his much-bleeped return to "The Golden Globes" and pick up a few pointers on how to tell the Mel Gibsons of the world to take a flying leap.
Bleep, bleep, bleep.
Last night, I wondered, "Where would the SJG be today had I been snarkier?" It's not too late to get my Ricky on. What's the worst that can happen? They don't ask me back? Oh, to be Ricky Gervais, who has nothing to lose. It probably helps that he's very, very rich.
I write TV movies, plays, and humor blogs. I've got two menschy sons, a wonderful French daughter-in-law, two angel grandkids, a longtime hubby, and a Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage.
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