They don’t even have to be new, a good pair of socks fresh out of the drier is the best IMO. I avoid wearing new socks unwashed because there can be all sorts of nasty shit on them from the factory, shipping, warehouse, etc. that I’d rather not have rubbing against my skin.
They’re not made to eat, so who the hell knows what kind of chemicals they douse clothing in to keep them “fresh” and keep bugs out of them while they travel across the ocean in shipping containers. Agreed, wash the fuck out of them, first thing!
It might not necessarily be a bit but he was definitely setting Danny up with some softballs giving him room to do his thing; Larry King was a great interviewer.
He doesn’t come off that way in this interview. He seems like a rich old fuck who’s been so rich for so long that he genuinely struggles to understand how the poor plebs could possibly exist without private jets.
Oh he was for sure out of touch, he got hugely successful in the 70s and interviewed actual rich and powerful people, real world leaders and superstars. Over his career he interviewed over 50k people, everyone from Nelson Mandela to Eric Andre. Like the other commenter said, it was kind of his shtick to not prepare or learn too much about the guest so he’d “genuinely be curious” about them.
I’m not saying the dude was a saint, he was a womanizer and was married like 7 times, but he wasn’t born into money or anything. He was a little kid from Brooklyn whose dad died when he was 9 and it messed him up, he grew up poor as fuck until he lucked into radio in the 50s. He did end up seeing a lot of success, idk if he ever got private jet rich but I’m sure he traveled 1st class more than once.
Eat the rich and everything but also save your ire for someone that deserves it, an old dead interviewer seems pointless.
It’s a bit. Larry King was famous for never preparing and treating every person he interviewed the same. Larry King likely had no idea how low down on the list he was in Hollywood.
I met Danny at my local coffee shop. I am a total ass and said “Abed?”. He said " Danny. " and shook my hand. Thus confirming my status as Total Ass, and his as a mensch.
Socks as an answer makes me think of “Ode to my Socks” by Pablo Neruda:
Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder’s hands,
two socks as soft
as rabbits.
I slipped my feet
into them
as though into
two
cases
knitted
with threads of
twilight
and goatskin.
Violent socks,
my feet were
two fish made
of wool,
two long sharks
sea-blue, shot
through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons:
my feet
were honored
in this way
by
these
heavenly
socks.
They were
so handsome
for the first time
my feet seemed to me
unacceptable
like two decrepit
firemen, firemen
unworthy
of that woven
fire,
of those glowing
socks.
Nevertheless
I resisted
the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere
as schoolboys
keep
fireflies,
as learned men
collect
sacred texts,
I resisted
the mad impulse
to put them
into a golden
cage
and each day give them
birdseed
and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers
in the jungle who hand
over the very rare
green deer
to the spit
and eat it
with remorse,
I stretched out
my feet
and pulled on
the magnificent
socks
and then my shoes.
The moral
of my ode is this:
beauty is twice
beauty
and what is good is doubly
good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool
Danny Pudi also said “socks” and Larry King was not having it. Makes me think Danny would be cool to meet and Larry not at all.
https://youtu.be/76HijAoXi6k
The interview they’re talking about
Edit: the smile he makes after saying socks it’s top notch
Yeah, a fresh pair of socks is pretty great. I’ve never met this dude but he seems like he’d be alright.
I’m wearing brand new socks right now. Feels great.
They don’t even have to be new, a good pair of socks fresh out of the drier is the best IMO. I avoid wearing new socks unwashed because there can be all sorts of nasty shit on them from the factory, shipping, warehouse, etc. that I’d rather not have rubbing against my skin.
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That makes me laugh every time. The meme really doesn’t do his delivery justice.
Is Larry King really that out of touch or is this a bit?
The delivery was incredible.
“Larry, I’m on Ducktales”
It might not necessarily be a bit but he was definitely setting Danny up with some softballs giving him room to do his thing; Larry King was a great interviewer.
He doesn’t come off that way in this interview. He seems like a rich old fuck who’s been so rich for so long that he genuinely struggles to understand how the poor plebs could possibly exist without private jets.
Oh he was for sure out of touch, he got hugely successful in the 70s and interviewed actual rich and powerful people, real world leaders and superstars. Over his career he interviewed over 50k people, everyone from Nelson Mandela to Eric Andre. Like the other commenter said, it was kind of his shtick to not prepare or learn too much about the guest so he’d “genuinely be curious” about them.
I’m not saying the dude was a saint, he was a womanizer and was married like 7 times, but he wasn’t born into money or anything. He was a little kid from Brooklyn whose dad died when he was 9 and it messed him up, he grew up poor as fuck until he lucked into radio in the 50s. He did end up seeing a lot of success, idk if he ever got private jet rich but I’m sure he traveled 1st class more than once.
Eat the rich and everything but also save your ire for someone that deserves it, an old dead interviewer seems pointless.
That description landed me on “Boomer Pete Davidson” which isn’t that far off.
I think that might possibly be the joke.
Larry King is no longer alive but I think he had an old school reporting style that he stuck with.
It’s a bit. Larry King was famous for never preparing and treating every person he interviewed the same. Larry King likely had no idea how low down on the list he was in Hollywood.
He did it too Seinfeld too
I will NEVER not watch that link when it’s posted.
I met Danny at my local coffee shop. I am a total ass and said “Abed?”. He said " Danny. " and shook my hand. Thus confirming my status as Total Ass, and his as a mensch.
To be fair, Abed would say “Abed” if he met the actor that played himself…
I’d rather not meet Larry right now. I imagine it would be yucky and frightening and then eventually boring with a side of PTSD.
I would also not want to meet Larry now either.
Considering the fact that he died in 2021 and Hillside Memorial Park Cemetery is probably not the most fun place to visit haha
Wake the dead!
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Of the two I’d easily meet Danny Pudi! Always heard he’s a class act and super humble to be around.
That and the fact that Larry King died in 2021 and randomly hanging at the Hillside Cemetery may not be the vibe haha
You cannot meet Larry anymore though, not in this life.
Not with that attitude.
All you need is the right attitude… and a shovel.
I’d imagine it would mostly be a one-sided conversation with Larry if you met him today. Unless you happen to be schizophrenic.
In fairness, “socks” is a pretty lame attempt at a joke answer.
Socks as an answer makes me think of “Ode to my Socks” by Pablo Neruda:
Maru Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder’s hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as though into two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin. Violent socks, my feet were two fish made of wool, two long sharks sea-blue, shot through by one golden thread, two immense blackbirds, two cannons: my feet were honored in this way by these heavenly socks. They were so handsome for the first time my feet seemed to me unacceptable like two decrepit firemen, firemen unworthy of that woven fire, of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless I resisted the sharp temptation to save them somewhere as schoolboys keep fireflies, as learned men collect sacred texts, I resisted the mad impulse to put them into a golden cage and each day give them birdseed and pieces of pink melon. Like explorers in the jungle who hand over the very rare green deer to the spit and eat it with remorse, I stretched out my feet and pulled on the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this: beauty is twice beauty and what is good is doubly good when it is a matter of two socks made of wool