Live every week like you’re Andy Samberg, apparently. That guy!
We’re going to need a bigger FIRST!
I meant to +1 but mouse slipped.
Is he gonna be dropped into one of those shark cage things? ‘Cause boy, will the “dick-in-a-box” jokes fly then.
I think his gig is to stay ON the boat.
If you like sandwiches AND sharks, come roll with him!
Samberg announces viral casting, viral casting goes on the Internet. Shark Week’s on the Internet. Our Shark Week.
So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, August the 3rd, 2007. Anyway, we delivered Hot Rod. I mean, the bomb.
Frank Lloyd Wrong’s New Party Game: Andy Samberg/Quint Quotes
You have city hands, Mr. Samberg. You been makin’ digital shorts all your life.
“Farewell and adieu, to you fair late night comic.
Farewell and adieu, you comic of shorts.
For we’ve received orders to stunt cast our shark week.
Perhaps Lorne Michaels shall see you no more.”
I upvoted this because I thought it was a Clerks quote. I should really just see Jaws already.
But who will be the official blogger of Snark Week?
…not what I meant, but ok.
SHARKS! SHARKS! SHARKS!
In related news, Joanna Newsom was named “Chief Squawk Officer.”
New Lonely Island EP to debut. Track listing:
1. Shark In My Pants
2. Lazy Shark Week
3. Shark Olympics
4. I’m On A Bigger Boat
#4 is the joke I was trying to make and couldn’t. Thank you for picking up the slack.
My pleasure. Really, the entire rest of my comment was clumsy filler I needed to get to that joke.
Shark every Samberg like it’s Live From New York, guys.
Ugh Lonely Island has really jumped the shark. #BoiYoiYoing
This. Is. BULLSHIT!
I like Shark Weeks. It’s tradition. I can’t NOT like it. However, like all traditions, it’s become a little repetitive, if comforting, and every year I feel compelled to do things which I would not do otherwise. There are lots of things I wouldn’t do otherwise, but this is sharks. Sharks! Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that I really hope they devote one small hour of their 168 hours which would otherwise be spent on great whites jumping out of the water and putting Kari Byron in a wetsuit to this little guy right here:
He needs some love, dammit.
I know! Enough with the Great Whites! Give us more Wobbegongs! Cookie Cutters! Goblins! Puffadder Shysharks!
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