Oh, how the mighty







VS.



How sad to go from beloved wacky sidekick to creepy boob-staring candidate for Bub's Weenie-Waver Wedensday?

I guess with a name like Andy Dick he never really had a chance.

Personally, I never did like the cut of his jib.

He and Molly Shannon should never be allowed near each other for the good of humanity.

Comments

Mnmom said…
Shades of Pee Wee Herman. I liked News Radio. What a dirty shame.
7:58 pm
Joe said…
Ah, Melinda. You beat me to it! I was going to do an end-of-the-week freak update, and Mr. Dick (I bet the cops who booked him loved addressing him that way) was going to be the leadoff freak.

That is one of the best celebrity mugshots ever.
8:09 pm
Melinda June said…
Pee Wee never bothered me. I love Paul Reubens, and I don't think his one personal indiscretion was a big deal. I mean, at least he wasn't in character. Andy Dick, on the other hand, has been on a classic death spiral for years. It's shocking to watch.

You should still use it, Bubs. It's WAY to good to pass up!
6:42 am
Elizabeth McQuern said…
Andy Dick is on my very short list of comedians I would never want to share breathing space with.

What happened to him??
11:58 pm
Coaster Punchman said…
Sorry, I still love Andy Dick. And Tom Greene. It's like watching a train wreck - can't look away.

And if you continue bashing my sweet Molly I will kill you with my bare hands.
7:35 pm
Dale said…
One day I'll get to the bottom of this Molly S. thing you and CP are on about.

Joel McHale on The Soup said about Andy Dick - how wasted do you have to be to forget your sexuality? Hardy har har.
7:45 pm
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