Saturday, March 5, 2011


So, I'm driving around Las Vegas with my dad, when I see this...

...and I make the admittedly snobby comment that I'm uncomfortable living in a world where Carrot Top gets to headline at a major Vegas casino.  It's an offhand snide comment, and I figure at best I'll get a chuckle out of him.  Instead, he says, "Ah, Scotty's a good kid."

Hudson's Trivia Corner:  Did you know that Carrot Top's real name is Scott Thompson? Neither did I.
"Scotty's a good kid," he says.  "He knows he's just a prop comic who got lucky, but what's he gonna do?  Tell 'em not to pay him millions of dollars?  But he's got enormous respect for the 'real' comedians, and he treats his writers great, which is more than a lot of guys in this town can say.  He's a really nice kid."

I'm just stunned during this whole speech.  My whole world has been rocked.  I just can't wrap my head around the idea that my father - cynical hater of all hack comedy - is friends with Carrot Top.  Friends.  With.  Carrot.  Top.

We drive in silence for a minute while I process this before I can speak again.

"Can I still hate Pauly Shore?" I ask.

"Yeah.  He's a prick."

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