See, and that’s not even the worst part of the story. That’s just the beginning. The worst part of the story is that the wedding he’s hosting is with Fran Drescher.
To start out, how many times do you think people did the Can’t-Stand-Ya routine to him in the middle of the reception? In a story that makes me fearful to ever work for TV, Jason Alexander and Fran Drescher flew out to Australia to attend a wedding of a man. Not just a man, an Australian man who was convicted in 1990 of hiring a hit man to assault a patient. So a jackass. Who was marrying someone 1/3 his age. So a group of ex-television stars flew out to the wedding of an ex-convict in Australia that founded a string of plastic surgery chains.
What’s this mean? Only one thing. That the apocalypse is coming. Or it’s a slow news day. Or that other television celebrities who would pimp themselves easily weren’t available. Who would I want to host my wedding?
Joey Lawrence
I would have him dance to the imagination song. You know, the one where the sun is going to surely shine.
Malcolm Jamal Warner
Hopefully, he would enjoy my sweater collection.
Tony Danza
I would have him do interviews with an audience of woman, and hope he didn’t have acid flashbacks to his daytime talk-show.
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