Hell’s bells through Hollywood tolling. Shower? Massage? More cajoling. Harvey should have kept it zipped. But he had a really decent script.
In further proof my life is a sit-com, I have a confession to make: I was humiliated by poop. It nearly cost me my job. I shit you not. That’s right. I was laid low by a turd. Turd is a bad word. Who knew? And it’s all Jeff Goldblum’s fault. You know the guy. … More Jeff Goldblum is Watching You Poop