I had not eaten many breakfast burritos until i moved to Texas.
Except that one time I went to Speedy Z’s in the morning on the last day of school when I lived in Clovis.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING.
Breakfast Burritos are God’s gift to food.
Think about all the things you love about breakfast.
the bacon, the eggs, the cheese, the potatoes. Sausage. whatever.
NOW PUT IT IN A TORTILLA.
ALL THE FLAVORS MIX IN YOUR MOUTH AND IT’S DELICIOUS.
I just ate an entire large one with potatoes and eggs and cheese and bacon IN FIVE MINUTES.
Breakfast burritos soothe your soul.
DON’T YOU DARE TAKE HIM YET! Give us at least another two years
I will admit, he’ll probably stay on with the Aggies for a few more years, but I know this guy is just DYING to get his double T back on.
like for sure he’s gotten handsomer as he’s aged and he looks really good on the sideline at A&M, but LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS WITH MIKE LEACH AT THE JONES. YOU’LL NEVER SEE A GUY HAPPIER THAN WHEN HE’S AT HIS ALMA MATER
“My friend, former Office writer and now creator of Parks and Recreation, Mike Schur supplied me with a eulogy in advance of my death.
Friends, members of Mindy’s Family, Representatives of Major Department Stores, good afternoon.
My name is Michael Schur and I worked with Mindy Kaling for several years on the TV program The Office. The American version-not the Chinese version that has been running for the past forty-one years.
Mindy’s sudden death last week shocked me, as I’m sure it also shocked the four women she was fighting over those shoes with during the Dubai Bloomingdale’s Midnight Madness Sale. Though the stabbing has been labeled “accidental,” those of us who knew Mindy knew it was only a matter of time before a luxury-goods-based brawl would do her in. And if there’s a silver lining ot all of this, it’s that I had “Impaled by Heel of Christian Louboutin Jem Suede Peep-Toe Slingback” in the “How Will Mindy Kaling Die?” pool that Rainn Wilson has been running since 2006, so I won $200.
I’ll never forget the Mindy Kaling that I met on our first day of work: bright-eyed, green, a complete novice to the world of television writing…and yet somehow more confident than anyone else. She was supremely confident. Braggy, maybe. Cocky? What’s the right word…let’s go with talggy, which is a word I just made up that means “talkative and braggy.”
Her work ethic was second to none. And by that I mean: if you made a list of all the levels of work ethics, hers would be just above “none.” One day she came into work so late that it was the next morning. And for that morning, she was also late. And hungover. But we forgave her, because when we tried to bring it up, she just started talking about how hot some actor was, and then how much she loved Italian ice, and then how Beyonce should release a country album, and then a bunch of other stuff, and we got tired and just forgot about the whole thing.
Mindy wore a lot of hats. Ivy League graduate, actor, comedian, playwright, inveterate gossip, weirdly pro-gun Republican, outspoken advocate of conspicuous consumption, and of course-as we learned upon the posthumous release of her puffy-sticker-covered-diaries, hard-core perv. But despite these foibles and flaws, and the literally thousands of others I jotted down in my psychotherapist-mandated “Mindy Workbook” in order to maintain a sense of professionalism while we worked together, I loved Mindy Kaling. No one wrote like Mindy. No one was funnier than Mindy. No one else, in short, was Mindy. This will not be true for long, I understand, as her will dictates that her DNA will be replicated one million times, news that recently sent the NYSE Retail Shopping Index skyrocketing.
I can’t believe she’s gone. I console myself by thinking, Well, I guess the angels just wanted her to shut up. I will miss her dearly, and I hope that she is in heaven right now watching us and smiling, even though deep down I know that if there is an afterlife, she’s pretty much open-and-shut case for hell.
and then there’s a photo of the two of them together. with this caption:
This is Mike and me at the Writer’s guild of America annual awards. We lost every category and got drunk in the hotel lobby.
Not to belabor the Amy Poehler of it all, but I’ve always really admired her marriage to Will Arnett. I remember at the Parks and Recreation premiere four years ago, Amy was looking for her husband toward the end of the night. She stopped by me and a couple of the other Office writers who had scammed invites to the party.
Amy: Hey guys. Have you seen Arnett? I can’t find him.
We didn’t know where he was, and she shook her head good-naturedly, like, “That guy,” and went on looking for him. I had never heard a woman call her husband by his last name, like she was a player on the same sports team Will was on. You could totally tell that Will and Amy are pals.” —Mindy Kaling, on the best marriages. (via iloveyouandilikeyou)
- It would be the best ever
- THE BEST EVER
- Their brains
- it would be the absolute best
For the 2009 Emmys it was Amy Poehler that instigated that all the female nominees in her category had a funny item (like a pipe, or glasses) on when the nominess were announced.
This year it was Amy Poehler that instigated that all the ladies were on stage.
I N S P I R A T I O N.
Love the Jon-Stephen hug.
And am more than amused that Stephen and Conan did the same joke.
And this speech. Is funny.
because really? the fact that he doesn’t have an emmy at all is just absurd.
and this was his last season on The Office which has literally been such a popular show for like seven years.
he so deserved that.
I don’t know that was just kind of a huge load of bullshit.
like I don’t know.