I love David Cross. I love him in a way that is
extraordinarily (seriously–alert the proper authorities) kind of alarming. Had I the time/resources I would totally stalk him. I would watch him do stuff on the toilet. I don’t mean that in a weird way. I don’t want to watch him poop or anything. Well, maybe if he did it in a super-funny way… I mean, I’d watch him do stand-up, er, sit-down, on the toilet. I’d watch him read corny toilet-reading joke books in funny voices…while on the toilet…is all I’m saying. That’s not creepy, right?