This Guy.

I remember after Phil Hartman died, I read an article in which a casting director said, “Phil was so funny that he simply walked into my office with a straight face and I busted out laughing, and he was like ‘What?!’”

My friend Josh has that same quality. I’m glad I wasn’t there when he knelt down last week and ripped his jeans from knee to crotch, because I don’t think anywhere nearby was qualified to handle a defibrillator.