dan’s friends get mad when he doesn’t tell them

Sigh: here.

After I got snagged last time trying to live a life of quiet, obscure dignity by not telling anyone I was going to be on TV, VH1 saw fit to air this thing no fewer than fourteen times in its first twenty-four hours.

But don’t let me find out that you wasted your whole Saturday night in front of your televisions waiting for an appearance that will probably be so short it will only be registered subliminally. Don’t y’all stay home just for me. “Yeah, um, nothing to worry about there,” you find yourself responding? Good. I’m glad we had this talk.