‘I am forced to drive all over the world and I become so dizzy and carsick that I can’t help but blast the car’s horn while puke rockets out of my mouth and breaks through he windshield like a geyser eruption.’
Please help me. Every day I am dragged screaming from my home and stuffed into a gorgeous car that costs a million dollars and I am forced to drive forever in nauseating circles while one of my loud comedian friends screams at me. It is Hell. It is a true misery to be Jerry Seinfeld. Every day I am carsick.
I do not want to be in the cars. The cars are my prison. Every moment that I am in the beautiful fancy cars is nauseous agony for me. While I lie sleeping in my bed, strong hands grab me by the head and they shove me into the driver’s seat of the most beautiful car I have ever seen and I’m not allowed to leave. I am forced to drive all over the world and I become so dizzy and carsick that I can’t help but blast the car’s horn while puke rockets out of my mouth and breaks through he windshield like a geyser eruption. This is no way for Jerry Seinfeld to live…(read more)
From this morning’s Pop Watch, EW: As Jerry Seinfeld prepares for the fifth season of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, he’s enlisted the help of an old neighbor to boost the show and its host Crackle’s presence.
In the video, Seinfeld rushes to a meeting with the president of Crackle, Dick Corcoran. A thin mustache, slicked-back hair, and cigar smoke can’t hide that Corcoran is actually the actor’s Seinfeld co-star Michael Richards. Corcoran is concerned, however, that Crackle may never rise to prominence because it’s being held down by Snap and Pop. Snap and Pop! Read the rest of this entry »