Oh, you’re not religious? You don’t believe in a God at all? Well I was like you until I witnessed this clip. It kicked down the door of my cerebral cortex and my nose started bleeding.
Oh, you’re not religious? You don’t believe in a God at all? Well I was like you until I witnessed this clip. It kicked down the door of my cerebral cortex and my nose started bleeding. Recently its memory staggered out from one of the storage rooms in my brain, wearing a robe and sipping a coffee. It said, “Remember me? Why don’t you see if I’m on YouTube so you can show me to your friends?” Then it farted and jumped into a Ferrari and drove off. So, I searched and I found one of my favorite memories of all time. That’s also when I realized there were actually two Gods.
Areneio taking on Queer Nation is one of the most marvelous things ever recorded. You see, there was once a time in late night TV when hosts would take on their audience. Toe to toe, high-top-fade to Queer. You just don’t get this sort of thing anymore. Queers deciding to skulk into the Arsenio Hall show demanding that Harvey Firestein (that would have be riveting) be on, and then Arsenio putting an end to it by claiming he can’t hate fags because he’s a darkie chap.
I think Arsenio really nailed them with that one. He then went in for the kill when he further points out that he has fucking range and does several characters, like McDonald’s waiter jokes (they’re not protesting). Wow.
Then Paul Hogan comes out, which is pretty rich considering he is, well, Paul Hogan. Old Croc Dundee unwillingly and uncomfortably becomes Arsenio’s therapist and watches his reason for being on the show go up in flames. In case you are not keeping count, that would be proof that God number three exists.
Look, just do yourself a favor: Watch this and become a religious fanatic. You’re welcome.