A part-time buffoon and ersatz scholar specializing in BS, pedantry, schmaltz and cultural coprophagia.
Before I heard Samuel L. Jackson read this post-modern self-help book in his deep, authoritative, GOD-like voice, I had: restless leg syndrome, sleep apnoea, delayed sleep phase syndrome, parasomnias, night terrors, nocturia, caffeine induced insomnia and somniphobia. After listening to this self-help book, I turned over, told my leg to "chill out motherf--ker" and went the f--k to sleep.
This series of discussions makes me laugh out loud no matter where I am. I sometimes feel a little sorry for Karl, but he holds his own for the most part. While he's a little out there, I sometimes find myself thinking, wow, what an interesting way to look at things. I'm sure this series was put together to share Karl's strange take on life with the rest of the world, but I feel that Ricky sometimes forgets that. He often verbally attacks Karl for being an idiot. But Steve brings balance to the situation by insisting that he is interested to hear what Karl has to say. I love the dynamic between the three of them.