Oh little Jim Jefferies... How I'd love to talk to you about my desires in a dark ally somewhere
So, I've been doing some soul-searching lately, exploring my personal desires. You know, the stuff that keeps you up at night...and I don't mean Pornhub. I got to thinking, "What do I really want?" The first thing that came to mind was peace. I want peace...and quiet. But then I remembered I got kids, so I might as well wish for a unicorn shitting gold bricks, right? So, I thought, "Alright, Dave. Let's be realistic. You love food. How about a personal chef?" But then I remembered, I'm a black man in America. If I hire a personal chef, people will start thinking I'm running some sort of underground railroad for Michelin-starred chefs. They'll say, "Damn, Dave Chappelle's house is like the culinary Ellis Island - all the top chefs seem to be disappearing into it." Next thing you know, the FBI's at my door, saying they've had reports of "suspiciously delicious aromas" coming from my property. And you know they wouldn't believe me. They'd be like, "Sir, we have credible information that Gordon Ramsey is tied up in your basement, forced to make beef wellington." And I’d be like, "Nah man, I'm just trying to explore my personal desires. I ain't running no chef smuggling ring." But they won't buy it. They'll say, "Alright, Mr. Chappelle. If you're not hiding any chefs, then explain why there's a trail of truffle oil leading to your back door." And I'd have to say, "Well, shit. I thought that was just my new cologne. It's called 'Eau de Bougie Black Man'. You like it?" So, yeah, I guess I'll stick with my original desire. Peace and quiet. But if any of you know a unicorn that shits gold bricks, holler at your boy.
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Eddie is a menace to society in general, but also specifically to his PR team. Once he knows that he can stir up a lot of drama by being vague about Steve’s job, he’s going to do it.
Of course, he is.
He once took a call mid-live interview because Steve was calling him like, “Oh, my husband is calling. He must be at recess. Hold on.”
He then proceeded to say on a hot mic, “What’s up, big boy?”
Eddie once said on a live-streamed game of D&D that Steve couldn’t join them because he was “doing homework.” Steve was working on a lesson plan in the literal same room as him.
Eddie was a featured guest at a convention and Steve was supposed to go with him but woke up that morning feeling off so he decided to stay behind at the hotel. Eddie obviously wasn’t going to tell people Steve’s private information so he said instead that Steve couldn’t come because, “He’s got a bad case of summer school.”
Without fail, someone inevitably takes the statement in the stupidest possible direction and Eddie gets a strongly-worded email from his PR Manager telling him to knock it off but also to clean up his mess. So, Eddie gets to shove a camera in Steve’s face to prove that while his husband is aging gracefully and beautifully, he is definitely not eighteen.
“Right, baby?” Eddie asks.
Steve pushes the camera out of his face so he can go back to cooking, “Right.”
“That was a pretty good explanation, right?” Eddie continues. Steve hums back in response so he asks, “What grade am I, Mr. Harrington?”
Steve, who is tired of his work friends making fun of him over this, doesn’t even look up from his cutting board to tell Eddie, “You’re a grade-A dick.”