If you know me well, it's not a surprise that I get obsessed with things easily. Things like, say, cereal. Ask my husband about how I listen to a CD. Is there a repeat button we can use to just play that Decemberists song over and over again?

However, I am not alone in my current obsession.

Jim Gaffigan rocks my world. And Frinklin's.

We used to annoy my parents by going through whole Eddie Izzard comedy routines ("Covered in bees!"). Now we annoy his parents by randomly throwing out Jim Gaffigan lines:

"Ever wonder what people got Jesus for Christmas? It's like 'Oh great, socks. You know I'm dying for your sins right? Yeah, but thanks for the SOCKS. They'll go great with my sandals. What am I, German?'"

"Who came up with the robe? Was some guy just like, 'Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we make a coat out of a towel? You can have a little belt that goes around. You could dunk the belt in the toilet! Have a toilet belt.'"

"Hoooooot Pocket!"

"'Where's the Statue of Liberty?' Oh, ah, that's in the desert. Yeah, we thought it really complimented the desert."

"Should I sit in it or eat it? Hey! I could sit in it and eat it! This is sticky without pants on."

I could go on and on. However, I'm need in the other room as Frinkin just fired up Beyond the Pale.

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