R.I.P. to my good family friend, Toby Bluth— Through a significant portion my life, I had the good fortune of receiving his guidance towards eventually realizing my childhood dream of a career in animation. He was a multi-talented artist and a wonderful human being. You’ll be missed, Toby.
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.