I mentioned last week that Jimmy Kimmel’s green room was just heaven on earth. Plasmas broadcasting hi-def football. Fully-stocked, open bar. Warm buffet constantly replenished. And if that weren’t enough to put us all in the perfect, supportive mood for the show, the warm, pumpkin-apple cobblers were quite possibly dosed with Prozac.But that apparently wasn’t enough to satisfy some of the shnorrers in the room. You see, once Jimmy’s show started, the flatscreens tuned away from football and began broadcasting Jimmy’s live feed.
At that point, one of the ungrateful freeloaders in the green room yelled out, “Who do we have to talk to to get the game back on?”
Without missing a beat, a cute, young PA turned around and said, “Ask the guy who’s giving you free booze.”
I’m in love.
