#577: Jonathan Crouton
I trust and hope some of you enjoyed Crouton’s show tonight.
That is all.
- @donttrythis honestly, it's absurd that you were not there. Now I have new vengeance to plot! in reply to donttrythis 1 week ago
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1974, WASHINGTON, DC: Gerald Ford pardons Richard Nixon.
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Ford’s pardon was the first use of the new, state-of-the-art White House pardoning pool. Previously, a presidential pardon was conveyed in the unhygienic shallows of the Potomac River.
But now Ford could wash Nixon of his sins in perfect privacy, in a heated pool with Jacuzzi jets, and using a brand-new brush made from the beard of Rutherford B. Hays (the Grant Beard Brush had long since been stolen).
Who the hell is Jonathan Crouton? His last name rhymes with Fouton, and I find that silly.
Comment by Sholl Poly — March 21, 2006 @ 9:57 pm
his name is technically not “CROUTON,” but you can learn more here
http://www.jonathancoulton.com
Comment by hodg-man — March 22, 2006 @ 6:09 pm
the show was splendid. he’s a wonderful performer. hoping for more.
Comment by ZERBERT — March 23, 2006 @ 10:31 pm
John (or can I call you Mr. Hodgman?),
I was reading your book while sitting on a porcelain throne, my laughter helping shake loose any final bits of excrement that might decide they didn’t feel like leaving the comforts of my colon, when it dawned on me that if you didn’t have a blog yet, there was no god.
As it turns out, you do have a blog, but that doesn’t mean that god is any more real than a bum who doesn’t fall asleep every night, whiskey bottle in hand, dreaming of overthrowing the U.S. government – that is to say, god is dead. I made that up myself.
I’m very excited to see, however, that my insights into your hodge-mind were correct. Thank the bum-gods you have a blog.
-George
http://www.dirtygreek.org
Comment by George — March 27, 2006 @ 10:03 pm