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Authors: Mamrie Hart
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watch it.
Well, guess what, mothafucka, I did watch. I am one of your sixteen views. And even though you called
me
an idiot who has too much time on her hands, I gave it a thumbs-up. Pay it forward, Reg.
The Backpedaler
NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT
funny, you just copied graces editing completely
In case you who have been living under a rock (or picked up this book because it was on clearance and some smart-ass put Chelsea Handler’s book cover on it), Grace Helbig is my cohort on
YDAD
. This is whom the man with the broken caps lock is referring to.
Let me take it back a little. Grace and I met on our first sketch team at the Peoples Improv Theater, in NYC. Grace was on an improv house team and I was in a sketch-writing class. For those of you who aren’t total comedy nerds, improv is
Whose Line Is It Anyway?
and sketch is
Saturday Night Live
. The theater was putting together its first house sketch team and by some lucky streak, I was put on it.
Going to the first rehearsal, I was super nervous. Everyone else who was on the team had been in the theater awhile. They knew each other. They had been drunk together. I knew one person, my friend Steve, whom I’d met in my class. Fun fact! That first rehearsal, we read a sketch called “Everyone Loves Grace,” in which we played ourselves pitching sketches, the whole premise being that every sketch Grace pitched, no matter how terrible, everyone loved. Every guy’s pitch ended with Grace kissing him. Meanwhile, everything I said would be quickly shut down and ignored. This sounds a lot more mysogynistic than it was, trust me. Our sketch group was called Finger, and that is where the friendship deal was sealed.
Long story short, Grace and I remained friends after the group split up. We also became each other’s daytime drinking buddy. She was making “Daily Grace” videos and I was bartending. Neither ofus had a normal nine-to-five job, and we lived four blocks away from each other. This meant we would get Bloody Marys at one p.m. on a Tuesday and not pass any judgment!
One day over drinks, I told Grace that I had a really dumb idea that would combine my bartending and bad puns. This was right when Charlie Sheen was going batshit fucking “winning” crazy. I thought it would be fun to create a cocktail based on his breakdown and make a tutorial comedy video about it. And thus my first episode, “Charlie Sheen’s Tiger Blood Gimlet,” was filmed and my show
You Deserve a Drink
was born.
The reason why I give you this backstory is because when this comment was made, Grace actually edited my videos. That’s like saying Chris Gaines copied Garth Brooks. It’s the same damn person! And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, do yourself a favor and google that shit. I took over editing shortly thereafter, but the first two years of
YDAD
, Grace was kind enough to edit for me. The only person copying Grace’s editing style was . . . Grace. Actually, this is less of an insult to me and a compliment to Grace for having such consistent editing skills!
Now! Here is where I tell you my dirty little secret. Sometimes,and I do mean very rarely, I will have a few too many gin gimlets at home and end up looking at my comments. Of course, I check them the first hour I put a video up to make sure that I don’t have two minutes of black screen at the end, or didn’t realize my boob randomly pops out for a few frames. But once in a blue moon (or after too many Blue Moons) I get deep in them comments. Even less often, I actually respond to a comment. Most of these I type out, take another sip of martini, and delete. Type, delete, repeat. But there is the occasional sip slip of judgment. This was one of them:
thanks darlin. Grace actually edits them, so good eye
Notice the pet name, the impeccable level of passive-aggression with putting him in his place and then complimenting him. There’s a saying in the South that you catch more flies with honey than
Well, guess what, mothafucka, I did watch. I am one of your sixteen views. And even though you called
me
an idiot who has too much time on her hands, I gave it a thumbs-up. Pay it forward, Reg.
The Backpedaler
NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT
funny, you just copied graces editing completely
In case you who have been living under a rock (or picked up this book because it was on clearance and some smart-ass put Chelsea Handler’s book cover on it), Grace Helbig is my cohort on
YDAD
. This is whom the man with the broken caps lock is referring to.
Let me take it back a little. Grace and I met on our first sketch team at the Peoples Improv Theater, in NYC. Grace was on an improv house team and I was in a sketch-writing class. For those of you who aren’t total comedy nerds, improv is
Whose Line Is It Anyway?
and sketch is
Saturday Night Live
. The theater was putting together its first house sketch team and by some lucky streak, I was put on it.
Going to the first rehearsal, I was super nervous. Everyone else who was on the team had been in the theater awhile. They knew each other. They had been drunk together. I knew one person, my friend Steve, whom I’d met in my class. Fun fact! That first rehearsal, we read a sketch called “Everyone Loves Grace,” in which we played ourselves pitching sketches, the whole premise being that every sketch Grace pitched, no matter how terrible, everyone loved. Every guy’s pitch ended with Grace kissing him. Meanwhile, everything I said would be quickly shut down and ignored. This sounds a lot more mysogynistic than it was, trust me. Our sketch group was called Finger, and that is where the friendship deal was sealed.
Long story short, Grace and I remained friends after the group split up. We also became each other’s daytime drinking buddy. She was making “Daily Grace” videos and I was bartending. Neither ofus had a normal nine-to-five job, and we lived four blocks away from each other. This meant we would get Bloody Marys at one p.m. on a Tuesday and not pass any judgment!
One day over drinks, I told Grace that I had a really dumb idea that would combine my bartending and bad puns. This was right when Charlie Sheen was going batshit fucking “winning” crazy. I thought it would be fun to create a cocktail based on his breakdown and make a tutorial comedy video about it. And thus my first episode, “Charlie Sheen’s Tiger Blood Gimlet,” was filmed and my show
You Deserve a Drink
was born.
The reason why I give you this backstory is because when this comment was made, Grace actually edited my videos. That’s like saying Chris Gaines copied Garth Brooks. It’s the same damn person! And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, do yourself a favor and google that shit. I took over editing shortly thereafter, but the first two years of
YDAD
, Grace was kind enough to edit for me. The only person copying Grace’s editing style was . . . Grace. Actually, this is less of an insult to me and a compliment to Grace for having such consistent editing skills!
Now! Here is where I tell you my dirty little secret. Sometimes,and I do mean very rarely, I will have a few too many gin gimlets at home and end up looking at my comments. Of course, I check them the first hour I put a video up to make sure that I don’t have two minutes of black screen at the end, or didn’t realize my boob randomly pops out for a few frames. But once in a blue moon (or after too many Blue Moons) I get deep in them comments. Even less often, I actually respond to a comment. Most of these I type out, take another sip of martini, and delete. Type, delete, repeat. But there is the occasional sip slip of judgment. This was one of them:
thanks darlin. Grace actually edits them, so good eye
Notice the pet name, the impeccable level of passive-aggression with putting him in his place and then complimenting him. There’s a saying in the South that you catch more flies with honey than
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