One night, I just happened to watch Craig Ferguson’s late night show. I really like Craig and I find his offhand humor to be quite engaging.
But what had me in stitches was his robot skeleton sidekick, Geoff Peterson. The two have great rapport and their banter is hysterical. What chemistry!
However, after several minutes, my delight turned into burning jealousy as I realized that I wanted (but will likely never be able to afford) a robot skeleton sidekick.
Now I want to kill Craig Ferguson. Does that make me a bad person?