Before going into hibernation for 4 years.

A final (and second) Sasha Cohen post.



From this week's Newsweek:

She bravely pulled herself together and somehow resurrected the elegant skater who had started the evening in first place. Still, she left the ice too numb even to cry, convinced her dream of an Olympic medal was over. But Olympic figure skating is a daunting business—"not like getting churros at Disneyland," Cohen said afterward.

Hence, my new response to everything now....


INT. Production Office - Day
Producer: Hey, can you recut Act 3 again?
Me: Hey, this ain't buyin' churros at Disneyland!

EXT. PARK - Day
Hot Dog Vender: $2, sir
Me: This is so not like getting churros at Disneyland.

INT. Bedroom - Night
Bri: Geoffie....again?
Me: Whaddaya think I am, a churro stand at Disneyland?

INT. Gowanus Apartment - DAY
Me: Fuck, this place is disgusting, you should clean up.
Me: Hey! Lay off, man! Swiffing is not like getting churros at Disneyland.

EXT. Disneyland - Day - 2019
Jefferson: Daddy, can I have a churro?
Me: No.